text: Lipstick and lashes, the traces of stardom
  Lit up on a billboard so everyone sees them in neon
  Behind the counter she stares out the window
  Up at the billboard thats like a reminder in neon
  She hates how she feels but she hangs like a mirror
  Maybe a stranger could walk in and see her in neon
  For two cents of danger shed trust anybody
  Shed smoke like a gun if it meant she might wind up
  In neon the dreams in the light of a promise that dies
  A shimmering city, a glimmer of hope and a lie
  In neon the names gone theres no reason why anymore
  Trust them and wind up alone behind a locked door
  In neon
  Pictures and patterns, the touches of glamour
  Cut into a fashion that flashes above them in neon
  A hot cup of coffee held in her fingers
  A perfect complexion that lingers above her in neon