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