Don't take me to the tower and take my child away. Was I who was hour glass and sands of time like. Shattering glass went past me. Like a tunnel to the sea.
I love to waltz with a man in a dark linen suit. All alone -- at a party with someone I knew. From a time gone by -- turned to stone. . You could be Garbo or even Marlene.
Rhinestone collections all the time. I wonder what Greta would say.... . Another lady... another time.... Another heartbroken state of mind. Alone in her chambers... she dreams of her home.
There is a gate. It can be guarded. Well it is not heaven. And it has a garden. So to the red rose. Grows the passion. . And the guardian.... Well it's now you know.