I watched you in your tragic beuaty walk beneth my window.
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused . . . . sure, 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 . . .
1 | True Love |
2 | Sterre |
3 | Love Puppets |
4 | Hotel Noir |
5 | The More it Changes |
6 | Lisa Goes Surfing |
7 | Our Lady in Chambers |
8 | The Ocean Cried Blue Murder |
9 | On Another Shore |
10 | Hellsville |