My Pale Face

She's not mean 'Cause she doesn't bite She tells me strangest stories Attracted by her looks And saddened by what I see I think I must be dreaming They come to me In gloomy darkness Day and night Through these walls Chameleon walls Mirrors of my thoughts These female demons Of the outside-world They put a spell on me Brighten up my pale face Then there is that girl again With voice so near, but mouth so far away There's a tension; I can't sleep (chorus)

Copyright Jaap-Henk Hoepman Index of l'Église Métropolitaine d'Art de Jésus Conducteur Mail: (jhh@xs4all.nl) WWW: http://www.xs4all.nl/~jhh.

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