How many men
Have fallen for
Those eyes of yours?
How many hands
Have touched
Your auburn hair?
And though
We have never met
The thought of you
Is haunting me
Those eyes of yours
Are always there
And I can't help
But fall...
Fall...
Down, in the depths
Of your empty gaze
Down, in the abyss
Of your marble stare
How many hands
Have touched
Your skin?
How many more
Have made you cry?
Tell me...
Why can't I help
But fall...
Fall...
Down, on my knees
Secretly worshipping
This black & white
Image of yours
A monochrome shot
Of the bygone days
Of your unknown
Wasted youth
Down, on the icy steps
Of your silent new home
The forgotten land
Of this stranger's
Solitary tombstone
