I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window.
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused... sure, you never noticed me.
You always wore the same dress; always bore the same
expression: \"It\'s a loveless world so what\'s the point of looking?
Let it be...\" I considered throwing roses, thought I\'d maybe
wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection
but, there\'s a snag. It\'s my confession that I watch you in
my tragic isolation. In my fear... that\'s the way it\'s been
for years. That\'s the way it will always be...