Antarctica Starts Here

The paranoid great movie queen sits idly, fully armed

Powder and mascara, they're a warning light for charm

We see her every movie night, the strong against the weak

The lines come out and struggle with the empty voice that speaks, that speaks

Her heart is oh so tired now, of kindnesses gone by

Like broken glasses in a drain, gone down but not well spent

The road from Barbary to here, she stole then sold right back

The vanity, insanity, her hungry heart forgave

The fading bride's dull beauty grows just begging to be seen

Beneath the magic lights that reach from Barbary to here

Her schoolhouse mind has windows now

Where handsome creatures come to watch

The anaesthetic wearing off

Antarctica starts here