She probably still keeps herself inside herself    Her head it ruled her heart with a tune I'll never hear   Summer, like self-portraits we were hit or miss       Never the same hues twice    The second layer's applied before the first one's were even rendered       I guess her wall's still high and wide    With the writing on the inside   Its meaning's reapplied to who's in fashion      CHORUS       Time's a perfect crime for a mystery girl   The veil distorts the rhyme for a mystery girl       Somewhere tonight a lonely shadow's painting in the rain    And most of what is captured will be in vain      You try to keep away the dogs of memory   The hungry and the restless ones just come at different angles       A cigarette at midnight in a slow, dark room   And they're scratchin' at your door       The corner of your mind you pared to eloquence now rambles   And the rain sounds like a freight train    Don't it always come the same       When your hunger meets the pain of her resilience       CHORUS      I guess her wall's still high and wide    With the writing on the inside    Its meaning's reapplied to who's in fashion      CHORUS