She counts the minutes of her life
With paperclips... and tiny pieces of paper
On which she writes
The things she's done
But she did them all with you
And I am left alone
With my imagination
Reality can't be worse
Than my mind's conjuration
But it's all still holding together... (repeat)
I can see her now
With her red dress on
And her matching lipstick smile
I can see her now
With her red dress on the floor
Next to your laundry pile
(ch)
I'll wrap myself up
And go out on the town
In a suit of fine linen
I'll drink it all down
Surrounded by friends
Who think I'm still winning
And I am still alone
With my imagination
Reality can't be worse
Than my mind's conjuration
And it's all still holding together... (repeat)
But it's all still holding together... with paperclips