The little girls don't believe in fairies anymore
They look at a fairy and see a moth
And it's not mama's fault
And it's not papa's fault
That's just the way things are

And the little girls don't believe in sunsets either
Everything is a tobacco-filled come-on line
And it’s not their fault
No, it's not their fault
That's just the way things are
Things are
Things are
Things are

Desdemona, Desdemona
I saw Desdemona
There's a lie that burn so sweet

The little girls don't believe in little girls anymore
Maybe they never were
Maybe they don't exist
Maybe they never were
Maybe they never
Maybe they never
Were, maybe they never
And it's not memory's fault
No, it's not memory's fault
And it’s not memory’s fault
No, it’s not memory’s fault
That's just the way things are
Things are
Things are
Things…