When she sleeps, dreams escape her
No-one 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, no-one sees her
Who is there to tell it to and who’d 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, he’ll say it’s too late, too late
Isn’t hers the gayest laughter
She can wash it off the morning after
Isn’t it great to be alive
Live in the sun and never hide?
Wondering why she’s lonely
When she has a mirror to see
And isn’t hers a gay reflection?
No demands and no objections
Isn’t it great to be alive
Live in the sun and never hide?