Helplessly hopingHer harlequin hovers nearbyAwaiting a wordGasping at glimpsesOf gentle true spiritHe runs, wishing he could flyOnly to trip at the sound of good-bye
Wordlessly watchingHe waits by the windowAnd wondersAt the empty place insideHeartlessly helping himself to her bad dreamsHe worriesDid he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
They are one personThey are two aloneThey are three togetherThey are for-or each other
Stand by the stairwayYou’ll see somethingCertain to tell you confusion has its costLove isn’t lyingIt’s loose in a lady who lingersSaying she is lostAnd choking on hello
They are one personThey are two aloneThey are three togetherThey are for-or each other