She flies into the darkness like a dead butterfly
She speaks of crazy children and she makes me feel sad
Her eyes are slightly yellow, slightly green, slightly blue
She says 'I love people, but I can't love you'

I met her in the garden of the house with no roof
The flowers around her were beginning to bloom
She said: 'Don't look at me or you'll start getting old
Your promise of freedom was sold years ago'

She understands
I don't
I don't
She touches the sky
I don't
I don't
I don't know

A million invitations for a strange ball arrive
The city was burning and I drove through the fire
I went into the ballroom; she was dressed like a queen
She said: 'You'll be fine', and she just disappeared

She understands
I don't
I don't
She touches the sky
I don't
I don't
I don't know

I don't
I don't
I don't know

I don't
I don't
I don't know

I don't
I don't
I don't know