She's lost amid the forest fire,
Looking for herself and finding nobody at all.
When it all goes down to the wire,
She doesn't know how to take the fall.
Don't double cross a man with no smile,
He's got no last resort
And he'll lead you on for a while
Showing you he worships plastic by taking you to court.
She says she's fine, but never says goodbye,
So I know there's something wrong.
I can hear you cry, honey, next to that guy,
Whats his name? Does he know why you always die?
I bet he thinks he's close to you-- he's in for a surprise.
Why did you leave without a word?
Did you just forget I was alive?
You're like a bird that flies against the other birds,
Just be the last one to arrive.
Simbad and the forty thieves came through here last week,
They looked for things to take from me.
I pointed my finger at you when you were weak,
Showing them I'm taking care of you and they better leave.
I met a man who knew where the river flows;
A little man with holes in his clothes.
And his hair was long and wild, staring at the Nile,
So I asked him for advice on how to heal you for a while.
He asked me: "what is wrong with her?"
I said: "well, I don't know"
"She met some guy who killed her"
"And then he left her in the snow."
"Well what do you wish?", asked the old man,
I replied: "I wish as many things as I can."
"I wish that white showed more against the black paper,"
"I wish the night was over so that I could save her."
"I wish the sky was always blue and near, and never black and high,"
"I wish that when I painted anything everyone could see the sky".
I wish the sun was brighter at night than in the morning, when it's cast high,"
I wish there were apples on all trees with nobody asking 'why?'"
I wish I wasn't weak when it counts, and stronger than this guy"
"Who's tried to kill my baby, when I was looking at the sky."
When I was done I noticed that he had disappeared,
The old man had enough, and couldn't stand near.
And I thought to myself: this blind dancer couldnt aid me,
I have to look inside and help myself see.
Thus I left to kiss my love,
And bring her back to good condition.
My hand did fit her glove
And brought back her ambition.
She smiled and whispered," you're a physician"
But I said, "no, just a lover on a mission"
"And your love for me is ammunition"
"As the love for you is my disposition."
