GorgioniLevitt When she sleeps, dreams escape her Noone makes a sound and none would dare to wake her When she walks, strangers follow Calling for a look and still her eyes are hollow What is it they see, could not find? Is there something she believes Save the stalk of hair she weaves? And her painted dayglow smile to hide behind When she cries, noone sees her Who is there to tell it to and whod believe her? When she loved, he forgave her Leaving nothing more and it was all he gave her Even that was hard for him to lend How was he to know it then Loving only frightened him Now his painted dayglow smile had pealed away If you ask him, hell say its too late, too late Isnt hers the gayest laughter She can wash it off the morning after Isnt it great to be alive Live in the sun and never hide? Wondering why shes lonely When she has a mirror to see And isnt hers a gay reflection? No demands and no objections Isnt it great to be alive Live in the sun and never hide?
dayglow, isnt, noone, painted, hide