Well clouds divide and I see a shape Pretty girl through the mind gape Past the shadows where I stay Wind dissolves the clouds But the street light you're the only witness
Who never has to ask, yeah
With magic pouring from her eyes There's nothing she can't recognize Makes me want to understand Makes me feel like melting black When you're the last flash When time stands still I ask Where to fall and I could be calling Never been in a dream where she could see
She reads through your disguise
Up the stairs her picture's waiting In the room she might be waiting We're baptized still getting blinded in the darkness If I get back to her I'd walk away into the forest And into the thicket, where can I go Lord
She reads through your disguise Then you cry please don't More from Screaming Trees