A livery of bachelors calling on her
Floating from memory,
and what of me?
I glance up for a moment,
have I ever really been here before?
I look around,
nothing quite as I remember it
A livery of bachelors sadly listen as her steps echo
Echos as she passes slightly out of focus,
fading from view,
fading from sight,
fading
A livery of bachelors try to bring her back,
bring her back after
Always passing by,
always heading somewhere,
just out of focus
Just out of focus
I still see her before me
She looks quite beautiful
When she passes always later than the rest |