Melancholic Figurine Lyrics

Figurine

Alone on Christmas Eve

She feels a bitter sense of happiness when sat upon the shelf

Beauty queen

Her ruby porcelain cheeks

Have all but faded in the sun that's shone above her

The paint is wearing thin

And the space below her chin

Has had a chip in it since 1963

She thinks of giving in

But instead she sits and spins

Without a key that melancholic figurine

Stuck behind a pane of glass

Waiting as the world keeps rolling past

Someday soon

She'll find herself a room without a view

Inside a dusty cardboard box

And when that's through

The springs inside her stand will start to rust

And she will find it hard to move

The paint is wearing thin

And the space below her chin

Still has a chip in it from 1963

She thinks of giving in

At the bottom of a bin

Beneath it all that melancholic figurine

Wishing for the pane of glass

Waiting for the world to wander past