Why are we so obsessed with cutting skin
When the real things in our lives can't get in
Marching to the same drum, every single beat's gone
I can hear the dark days coming
Another generation fighting for attention
Can't you see I'm tired of running

There's a house in the forest
Where her days are forgotten
By the lake, she dropped her dreams
And now they've sunk to the bottom

[Chorus]
Oh, beauty queen
It's only skin deep
It's only thin sheets
There's no audience
Oh, beauty queen
Something's telling me
That you were never meant to be
Trapped in time

Why are we holding hands like paper chains
Why are we so content to stay the same
Marching to the same drum, every single beat's gone
I can hear the dark days coming
Another generation fighting for attention
Can't you see I'm tired of running

There's a girl I remember
Who was everyone's dream
Now her face become her
It's the saddest thing you'll ever see

[Chorus]
Oh, beauty queen
It's only skin deep
It's only thin sheets
There's no audience
Oh, beauty queen
Something's telling me
That you were never meant to be
Trapped in time

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

There's a house in the forest
Where her days are forgotten
By the lake, she dropped her dreams
Now they've sunk to the bottom

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Oh, beauty queen
It's only skin deep
It's only thin sheets
There's no audience
Oh, beauty queen
Something's telling me
That you were never meant to be
Trapped in time

© 2013 Foxes
Written by Louisa Rose Allen