[Verse 1]
She likes the cut of his lapel
A quiet style in an old motel
She’s the reason he’s satisfied on Sundays

[Verse 2]
Fancy drink, expensive cars
Moving like a little movie star
In a feature-length skirt directed by Versace

[Chorus]
Technicolor dreams they’ll see
Another’s love is what they need
Always waiting

[Verse 3]
He’s checking in, she’s checking out
All of the things that his about
A slick back swagger without a doubt
He’s got it

[Verse 4]
Strewn across the eastern throw
[?] still the best in show
But there’s no prizes for knowing what she’s wanting
[Chorus]
Technicolor dreams they’ll see
Each other’s love is what they need
Always

Waiting for heartache
Evidently despairing
Can’t wait
Always so suggestible she’d be

The hearth weights
Twenty carat gold won’t cover mistakes
Illusions of the harmonies she sees
Can’t bring herself to speak

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
The hearth breaks
Evidently despairing
Can’t wait
Always so suggestible she’d be

She’s gasping
Hanging from a chandelier
Can’t ask him
To keep her company between the sheets
What a way to end the week