Florence

The looking glass, so shiny and new
How quickly the glamour fades
I start spinning slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take?

Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I've made the final sacrifice

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight