When she sleeps, dreams escape her No-one makes a sound and none would dare to wake her When she walks, strangers follow Calling for a look and still her eyes are hollow What is it they see, could not find? Is there something she believes Save the stalk of hair she weaves? And her painted dayglow smile to hide behind
When she cries, no-one sees her Who is there to tell it to and who'd believe her? When she loved, he forgave her Leaving nothing more and it was all he gave her Even that was hard for him to lend How was he to know it then Loving only frightened him Now his painted dayglow smile had pealed away If you ask him, he'll say it's too late, too late
Isn't hers the gayest laughter She can wash it off the morning after Isn't it great to be alive Live in the sun and never hide? Wondering why she's lonely When she has a mirror to see And isn't hers a gay reflection? No demands and no objections Isn't it great to be alive Live in the sun and never hide?