She is rain on a floatless parade. She's a curious vision of truthless beauty. Manipulate the picture to make it look like a melody. Symphony's her name, or at least that's what she says to call her. Can you show me how you do it, Symphony? How to fake it all, and get it right the next time? Shadowless. All crushed and gone black. Symphony and I have business to do. There she is, all crushed and gone black, delirious with laughter, shadowless and overdressed. Manipulate the picture to make it look like a remedy. But she won't tell you that the cure will do more damage than the disease.