| I met her on a midnight flight
|
| From Mexico to San Delight
|
| I saw her on a top floor bar
|
| That glows flourescent from afar
|
| She’s real to me
|
| I have a place for my feelings
|
| Beneath purple colored ceilings
|
| And when I wanted to be free
|
| I says to her to leave me be
|
| She left alone
|
| And she think that tomorrow holds
|
| Things she remembered from the past
|
| Everything she wants
|
| She gets everything she needs
|
| She smiles, she sighs, and she bleeds
|
| I saw her on a railway station
|
| As I pass a faded destination
|
| I saw her smiling in a crowd
|
| When we played some far off distant land
|
| I felt so alone
|
| And she thought you were taking risks
|
| The chances you took would never last
|
| Everything she wants
|
| She gets everything she needs
|
| She smiles, she sighs, and she bleeds
|
| She’s real to me
|
| I saw her in an alleyway
|
| Streetlights dim with frustration
|
| She comes at night when I pray
|
| And brings a moment of elation
|
| I see her distant coming near
|
| I almost want her to be here
|
| But when she comes she disappears
|
| I’d wait if I was patient
|
| And you don’t know what cages are
|
| Cages don’t always have bars
|
| Everything she wants
|
| She gets everything she needs
|
| She smiles, she sighs, and she bleeds
|
| She smiles, she sighs and she bleeds |