listen a while,
the moon is a lovely woman,
a lonely woman
lost in a silver dress,
lost in a circus riderās silver dress.
Ā
listen a while,
the city by night is a lonely woman,
a lovely woman
circled with lightsĀ
mixing their colours among starsĀ
shattered in spray clear nights.
Ā
I know the moon and the nightĀ
have twisted the roots under my heart
the same as
Ā
a lonely woman,
a lovely woman,
in a silver dress,
in a circus riderās silver dress.
