Из альбома: The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse

I watched you in your tragic beauty
Walk beneath my window.
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused...

You never noticed me.

You always wore the same dress;
Always bore the same Expression:
"It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking? Let it be..."

I considered throwing roses--
Thought I'd maybe Wave a flag.
Had to try and force some small connection--
But there's a snag.

It's my confession that I watch you in
My tragic isolation.
In my fear . . . that's the way it's been
For years. That's the way it will always be...

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