[Verse 1] You stand on the pavement in that cool blue shade A peacock displaying the fortune you paid Wrapped in Italian wool against the grey mist Hoping to land on a celebrity Dee list [Verse 2] Those soft leather shoes slide through the grime Beneath a burberry peak You are wasting your time Leather on your soles but no grip on the truth Chasing the ghost of a vanished youth [Chorus] It’s a high-fashion cover for a low-budget heart Dressed in the finest Yet falling apart Receipts in your pocket The tags on your sleeve You’re buying the image But who will believe?
