Solitude Standing

(альбом: Solitude Standing - 1987)

Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower, with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower, with a flame

And she says, "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says, "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I said, "I never thought of finding you here"

And I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark, in the warm
And I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower, with a flame

And she says, "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says, "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I said, "I never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway
I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower, with a flame