Last Word on a Silk Dressed Cheek

rock, Slow 70s glam-rock ballad in G major; big, woozy male vocals with heavy vibrato, Verses ride a lazy, swung drum groove with crunchy rhythm guitars and warm piano, Chorus blooms with female backup harmonies and wide reverb, Mid-song distorted guitar solo soars, dripping sustain, Final section crescendos into a handclap-driven, call-and-response group chant outro with the backup singers wrapped tight around the lead, glam rock, slow

[Verse 1] Late show flickering on the wall Your shoes kicked off in the hall Lipstick glass on the nightstand You say “Baby Just take my hand” [Chorus] When we get to the end Don't turn the page Hold me in the margin Keep me in the frame Baby You're the last word The story of a tear on a silk dressed cheek And I’m still learning how to read you [Verse 2] Pearls fall loose from a tangled chain Your laugh cuts right through the rain Mascara stars on your pillow case You hide your smile But I see your face [Chorus] When we get to the end Don't turn the page Hold me in the margin Keep me in the frame Baby You're the last word The story of a tear on a silk dressed cheek And I’m still learning how to read you [Bridge] Every goodbye Written in blue Every soft sigh Spelled out in you I trace the lines Down your skin so sweet Where the past and the present meet (ohh) [Chorus] When we get to the end Don't turn the page Hold me in the margin Keep me in the frame Baby You're the last word The story of a tear on a silk dressed cheek And I’m still learning how to read you [Chant Outro] Last word Don’t turn the page (hey!) Last word Don’t fade away Tear on a silk dressed cheek Baby You’re the story I keep (Last word) don’t turn the page (Last word) don’t fade away Tear on a silk dressed cheek Baby You’re the story I keep (yeah)

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