A week of sun beneath the clouds
That are your breathless doing
Don't dare speak your name aloud
Or it will all come tumbling down
Empty streets
Perfumed forest wet with rain
Walk away
Let it be
Hold your fire but take good aim at me
And you don't know what she is thinking
You just know that it's the end
And you can tell that she's been drinking all alone again
Bathed in the light of empty dream
Her face is so depressing
But if it's as bad as it seems
Let's disappear
But she can duck
She can weave
She can hide behind her smile
Watch her dance
Watch her sway
Sadness fades after a while she says