the sky is down deep on me
Montmartre sounds and cemetery
The doors are still all closed,
early tears are not allowed
Some si lent men go near,
but how the wind should rain inside
Wait a minute, a girl's in sight
Discreet in her movements,
you could almost pass her by
She's come to enjoy the subtle vibe
Reactions in the morning light
Amongst the trees she walks,
there's no poster to be posed
True feelings can't be cloned,
this fascination is inborn
Bleeding hearts and dizzy halls
All have visions of their own
if your heart demands it so
Tales of her decree run down the face
of Selma's weathered boss
with clear signs of apprehension
The man's empty grave still sees
with empty eyes a blackened rust
her subconscious leaks a quote
In a wet piece of school paper,
she leaves a mark of her own
she quickly scribbles a note
every action is forever carved in stone
I'm all alone, out, out, out, out,
Alone, out, out, out, out,
Alone, out, out, out, out,
