Helplessly hoping
her harlequin hovers nearby
awaiting a word
gasping at glimpses
of gentle true spirit
he runs, wishing he could fly
only to trip at the sound of good-bye
Wordlessly watching
he waits by the window
and wonders
at the empty place inside
heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
he worries
did he hear a good-bye? or even hello?
They are one person
they are two alone
they are three together
they are for-or each other
Stand by the stairway
you'll see something
certain to tell you confusion has its cost
love isn't lying
it's loose in a lady who lingers
sayng she is lost
and choking on hello
They are one person
they are two alone
they are three together
they are for-or each other