Sang with a sore throat (well that's' my excuse)
Trudy Breathes Again
She opens her eyes
And now she pulled herself up out of the chaos
Inverting all the colours in her ethos, She's joyful
She leaves behind all the perfect people
And saves herself from the twitter lynch mob, she breaks free
and there runs a tigress
Away from the congress of the insane
she's free again
She thinks about the boy who used to work at Pickfords
and of the time he took her to the pictures
and stole a kiss
What became of him in the years that rushed by
did he find the girl that he had created in his day dreams
oh what could have been in a different scene
if she'd only seen, but the world is mean
How could she have known
No room for tears in her brave new world now
The puppeteers have lost their stringed attachments
She's breathing
She'll live her life how she feels she needs to
shes' nothing left to prove to anybody but her self
and there runs a tigress
Away from the congress of the insane
she's free again
