try to unravel the mystery of Jesus
I read the poets and the analysts
Pored over the tones on human behavior
I traveled this world around
I don't know why, I don't know how
I loved her then, I guess I love her still
when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild, feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
But some things love won't allow
I held her hand but I don't hold it now
I don't know why, I don't know how
This is her dress, I love the best
With the blue quilted vibes
These are her many letters,
What's a cruel -hearted man?
I try to lay her ghost down
But she's moving through me, even now
I don't know why, I don't know how
Please welcome back to the stage,