The Lady in Blue

 

We hide behind smiles…(rep)
Four people in a room of cream
Planets of flesh-memory made…
…And the silver sounds slide in between.

I fold the quiet round my shoulders (rep)
Burying my hair in its shawl,
Hiding from the face of naked silence
…And the silver music slides between.

A woman in blue…(rep)
Bared feet but with hidden eyes,
Two women in a room of cream…
And only the silver music in between.
And only the silver music in between.