Bel Esprit

The old world is changing, so we must re-invent
I've painted your eyes on porcelain
A warm orange glow from show windows
Expensive clothes on mannequins
The fabric is left to waste

(On silhouettes)
A marionette could never choose to live
Like you would have done as a girl
(And with the musette)
She pirouettes, then I see you instead
She will have your name
The scripture is vague, but he must find it profane
(An hour to build you)
To remake your body from wood
(And dress you in linen and lace)
You Bel esprit, you prodigy, you masterpiece to be made
Your strings are ladders to heaven

And the blackbird did sing
Climb up to me, all that I dream you became
While my dreams have faded back to gray
(I could have wept)
A marionette will never move her limbs
Her movements projected by the hand
(Over her head)
So she pirouettes
Then I see you instead

She will have your face