Paper dolls, painted in blue and gray

Sleeping where the shadows play

Where the nighttime meets the day

Strange lady prays in a chapel

With an old dark door

Wondering if what she came here for

Was in all her yesterdays

No time for photographs

No time for the past

No time for the laughs

Cold mother begs

From a painter in an empty street

For something she can warm her feet

Least to stop the crying child

Sad actress preys on a waiter

In cheap cafe

Hoping she can end that day

With a warmth that lovers feel

Lady Di, took more than a moving car

To steal your breath away

Take your hand from the steering wheel

No time for photographs

No time for the laughs

No time for the past

No time . .