05-03-2017, 05:59 AM
Paula and Michael’s last dance
His music turns to colours in her head.
She tries to find her way into the light
where time is fooled, and lovers dance, though dead.
She can’t believe he left her. From her bed
she plays his songs so late into the night
his music turns to colours. In her head
she knows exactly how her man was led
so easily, his drugs of brief delight
where time is fooled and lovers dance. Though dead
she still remembers every word he said,
recalls his touch. Now no one else feels right.
His music turns to colours in her head.
She understand she has to cut the thread
that binds them still, let love fly like a kite
where time is fooled, and lovers. Dance, though dead
for her, lends grace to her slow dying. Bled
of life she lies and in the fading light
his music turns to colours in her head
where time is fooled, and lovers dance, though dead.
His music turns to colours in her head.
She tries to find her way into the light
where time is fooled, and lovers dance, though dead.
She can’t believe he left her. From her bed
she plays his songs so late into the night
his music turns to colours. In her head
she knows exactly how her man was led
so easily, his drugs of brief delight
where time is fooled and lovers dance. Though dead
she still remembers every word he said,
recalls his touch. Now no one else feels right.
His music turns to colours in her head.
She understand she has to cut the thread
that binds them still, let love fly like a kite
where time is fooled, and lovers. Dance, though dead
for her, lends grace to her slow dying. Bled
of life she lies and in the fading light
his music turns to colours in her head
where time is fooled, and lovers dance, though dead.