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
Heartlessly helping him-self to her bad dreams he worries did he hear
a goodbye or even... hel-lo?
They are one person, they are two a-lone, they are three to-gether, they
are for... each other
Stand by the starway you'll see something certain to tell you confusion
has its cost.
Love isn't lying it's loose in a lady who lingers, saying she is lost and
choking... on hel-lo.