It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened. A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye. Romance was the theme. And we were the players. I never think of this without a sigh.
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm. I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I had spring fever. But I know it isn't spring. . I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented.
I'm just sitting here. I'm staring out to you. Are you looking in. Are you wondering too. Who is walking out. Who lends a helping hand. Oh come on, baby.
i'm picking and tuning, but i can't get in tune with myself.. everything i do i end up thinking about you.. i'm scraping and crawling, i chose that road myself..
I came down, was thrown on the ground. Searching for smiles, getting frowns. Watching musical highs like Messiaen and Miles. All I was getting was downs.
You've tore me open. Left a mark on my heart. These memories leave me blank. Only three years ago we were as close as they come. But now you're gone. I stand alone.