you put your red dress on
baroque music playing on a Sunday night
screwdriver in your hand and your gloves were white
you were a murderess for
those who couldn't bear the screams and pain
and as your eyes looked the other way
It was when they noticed mine,
time stopped for once
soul and flesh, began to dance
light my way home
where have you been
when I was growing old
fights we never won
as our wounds are healed
forgetting can't be wrong
I watched in disbelief
as the years passed me by
and as I fell asleep
beloved people waved goodbye
I almost was intrigued
as I'd never met someone like you
falling for those fake smiles was what I loved to do
light my way home
where have you been
when I was growing old
fights we never won
as our wounds are healed
forgetting can't be wrong
