Lyrics

Soiled dove, sells her love
Looks for grace in a forsaken place
Beauty of the half-world,
Wings that ache to be unfurled

Soiled dove, flaunts her love
Turns down grace in an endless race
Toiling in the half-world
Wings too tired to be unfurled

Refrain:
She floats and flies and never cries
In Popcorn Alley, all are lies
The ghost whose soul is torn away
yet lives to vanish another day

Soiled dove, wasted love
Knows no grace, hides her face
Broken by the half-world
Wings too weak to fly unfurled

Soiled dove, will never love
Finds her place in laudanum lace
Angel of the half-world
Wings of death give grace unfurled

Refrain

Wings that are broken, stories unspoken for
less than a token of meaningless love.
Innocent dove.