Ruby Teardrop

There’s a ruby in her forehead
Sound the trumpets in the square
I stare at the billhook in my window
Joke’s over (joke’s over)

Concession to concession
What have I got instead of a heart?
I’ll cut my fingers off if I want to
And I’ll cut my fingers off if I want to

And I’ll cut my fingers off
I don’t want to
I don’t want to

Joke’s over
Metal mouth setting sun
Summer heat, wilt to blossom
Maybe I’ll do it on a Saturday
Maybe I’ll do it on a Saturday
Maybe I’ll do it on a Saturday

Put the ruby in her forehead
Put the ruby in her forehead
Put the ruby in her forehead
Put the ruby in her forehead

There’s nothing there
There’s nothing there
There’s nothing left
There’s nothing here
And there’s nobody left
There’s nobody there
And there was never really anyone
No there was never really anyone
And there was never really anyone
There was never really anyone

I put the ruby in her forehead
Bright like a diamond in the sun
I thought I saw the silhouettes off screen
But there was never really anyone
No there was never really anyone
No there was never really anyone
No there was never really anyone
No there was never really anyone

There was never really anyone
There was never really anyone