The Modern Age

She is a statue in the park

She is a wooden figurine

A Noah's ark

She is invisible as ink

Left in the rain

And now her lines are indistinct

Count the days she lost her ways

No, you can't have it all

But everything you got is beautiful

Love in the modern age

Sometimes it's a cradle

Sometimes it's a cage

There was a dress she used to wear

It matched the colour of her eyes

But not her hair

And it was lined with sex and hope

And now the only scent

Is ancient laundry soap

Count the days she lost her ways

No, you can't have it all

Everything you got is beautiful

Love in the modern age

Sometimes it's a cradle

Sometimes it's a cage

No, you can't have it all

Everything you got is beautiful

Love in the modern age

Sometimes it's a cradle

Sometimes it's a cage

Love in the modern age

Sometimes it's a cradle

Sometimes it's a cage

Love in the modern age

Sometimes it's a cradle

Sometimes it's a cage