[Intro – bright guitar, playful delivery] Smile for the camera Chin up, shoulders straight Everybody loves a miracle Especially when it’s paid [Verse 1] Silver shoes and spotless halls My name engraved on all the walls They say, “Darling, you were born to lead” Funny choice of words for engineered I know which fork, I know which lie I know exactly when to smile I make the room believe I care Then disappear before they stare [Pre-Chorus] Don’t get close Don’t touch the glass I’m very good at looking back Like nothing ever made me crack [Chorus] I’m in my polite little orbit Round every dream they chose for me Pulling the whole room toward me While nobody gets close to me Iron Angel, strike the pose Spread your wings and hide the smoke I can bend the world around me But I don’t know what I want No, I don’t know what I want [Verse 2] Cheap phone buzzing in my sleeve A second life they wouldn’t believe Rooftop laughter, borrowed light One bad cigarette on Friday night I talk too much when I get scared Compliment your shoes, adjust my hair You say you like me, I say, “How sweet” Then find a reason I should leave [Pre-Chorus] Don’t ask why Don’t say my name Like there is something underneath That wasn’t written in a file [Chorus] I’m in my polite little orbit Round every dream they chose for me Pulling the whole room toward me While nobody gets close to me Iron Angel, strike the pose Spread your wings and hide the smoke I can bend the world around me But I don’t know what I want [Post-Chorus – light, almost teasing] Smile, Anika Wave, Anika Make them think you chose the crown Smile, Anika Graceful, gracious Never let the halo down [Bridge – instruments drop back] There’s a number by my name There are pages I can’t read There are hands beneath my skin There are plans inside of me Did they build the way I laugh? Did they choose who I could love? If I tear away the label Would there still be someone left? [Build – voice becoming rawer] I learned to fight without their help Every bruise belonged to me Every breath and every movement Wasn’t bought genetically [Final Chorus – full band, emotional] I’m leaving my polite little orbit Let every perfect picture shake I’m not the dream they ordered I’m the choice they couldn’t make Iron Angel, lose the pose Fold your wings and face the smoke I can bend the world around me Maybe I can choose my own I don’t need to know what I want I just need the right to want [Outro – softer, playful again] Smile for the camera Just not the way they taught Everybody loves a miracle Until the miracle has thoughts
