Maydays, throw aways, some things here have got to stay.
A string of pearls, the strangest girl is happy with the Western world.
Painless Chinese burns, ties be down with daisy chains,
Diamonds on her toung, and pleasure cuts and teasing

M'aidez, this is my mayday. Open charms lost on velvet.
M'aidez, this is my mayday, m'aidez.

Dead songs, halfway homes, still life lived on mobile phones.
But the girl had wings and precious things, under sheets with tangled limbs.
Wide awake at dawn, the sun will choose to shine on.
Silence says it all, and reaching up and blessing

M'aidez, this is my mayday. Open charms lost on velvet.
M'aidez, this is my mayday, m'aidez, m'aidez.
M'aidez, this is my mayday. Open charms lost on velvet.
M'aidez, this is my mayday, m'aidez.

The higher we climb, the smaller we seem, mad with possibilities.
No design zig-zag girl is happy with the Western world.
Painless Chinese burns, ties me down with daisy chains.
Diamonds on her toung, and pleasure cuts and teasing.

M'aidez, this is my mayday. Open charms lost on velvet.
M'aidez, this is my mayday, m'aidez, m'aidez.
M'aidez, this is my mayday. Open charms lost on velvet.
M'aidez, this is my mayday, m'aidez, m'aidez.
M'aidez, m'aidez, m'aidez, m'aidez.