Her name is A.
I don’t expect to know the end
And that’s OK
I’ll take my chance on her again
Through the dust and fog
She’s dancing in a crowd
She’s looking over
And the music’s not too loud
I should know better
But I think that I know everything, well…
Her name is A.
I don’t expect her to remember
The other day
It’s just a memory anyway
I watch the crowd
That I am not part of anyhow
I reach my mind back
To the last full moon the starry plough
She is a vision
Of the place I have to get back to
Somehow
Her name is A.
A picture will just have to do
Two shades of grey
For the left and the right part of
The heart I never knew
I’m standing here
Between the painting and the prose
With one arm raised up
And the sand between my toes
An old romantic
Well they say that’s how it goes…
Her name is A.
She came back as a silhouette
And made her way
In that way I can’t forget
Somewhere between the expectations and regret
All of this beauty may replace them if I let it
I should know better
But I think that I know everything, well…
