Lyrics Foolish, Frayed and Fading (Interlude) - Julia Church

You're not the man
With the tool kit longing to fix my foolish
Frayed and fading edges
To make me more expensive

You're not the man
With the golden tongue
Longing to make everyone
Marvel at false confidence
Cheap blows soaked in false opulence

You're the saviour in our fable
The fresh flowers on my table
You're the boat upon rough waters

Oh, you're the Bedlam
You're the Bedlam
Amongst my order