Velvet Facade

[Intro] [Verse 1] Cathedral ceilings in a rented room, You quote Rimbaud by the light of the moon. A thrift-store blazer with the elbows frayed, You’re a walking cliché, but you’re unafraid. [Chorus] Oh, velvet facade, you’re so avant-garde, A marble smile and an ivory heart. You’re a postmodern psalm, a borrowed soul, A jangle-pop dream in a mirrored hole. [Verse 2] Sip espresso black, debate French New Wave, Drop a casual “darling” to sound misbehaved. Your vinyl collection’s a curated shrine, To the bands that died before ‘89. [Chorus] Oh, velvet facade, you’re so avant-garde, A marble smile and an ivory heart. You’re a postmodern psalm, a borrowed soul, A jangle-pop dream in a mirrored hole. [Bridge] You’re a gilded cage, a paper-thin throne, A symphony of poses played alone. The crowd applauds your hollow ballet, But the mirror cracks when you look away. [Outro]