He is chandeliers and velvet seats
And the gentle echo of butterfly wings
In drafty corners piled with silk and satin
He’s the kind of boy who eats alone
Never speaks of love; he’d rather it be shown
He lingers on long after you look at him

chorus:
Painted in gold, and silver-tongued
My oh my, he’s a precious one
But even precious portraits can rattle their frames
He says life imitates art, but they’re not the same
He’ll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame

He is rainy nights and cabarets
He is honey and charm, wrapped in a smoky haze
But careful, darling; all that smoke will blind you
He is shining knight, and villain too
He'll send thunder your way, then give the sky back its blue
He’ll let you run, but just so he can find you again

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But under all that fiery debris
He is a tragedy in himself
Wounded so deep
That he wants to ruin somebody else
You could almost feel sorry
But you’d never quite reach
No, you’d never quite reach

Painted in gold, and silver-tongued
My oh my, he’s a precious one
But even precious portraits can fall from their frames
He says life imitates art, but they’re not the same
He’ll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame

He is chandeliers and velvet seats
Quiet darkness, but still he feels the sting
In drafty corners, you can hear him weep

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