We're slow -dancing models
Kept spinning our heads full of stars
We didn't know what we had,
With one hand on the small
A symphony silent, a beautiful song
My lover, we were doomed from the start
It was all broken clockwork,
the dances both falling apart
Maybe it was a dream and I just woke
A girl sits alone with her heart
It seems her words are the only way
Like her life is the fiction not fact
Her real image in writing
Her protagonist has broken home
and the words come out slowly
Like teardrops of thought on the page
her soul released from its cage
She wrote, you alone, there dying,
we can go when you to feel right
By the coast, every star seemed so near
each had been gone all those years
And the ocean rolls on like a dream
Into the distance, forever it seems