The girl in the gallery,

The way she moves her hair,

Footsteps in the Autumn leaves,

Turning and finding no-one there



Traces of you in the morning light

Traces of you in the night

You're haunting me still

I don't even have to try

I always find those...



Traces of you all around my life

Traces of you like a Knife

Twisting inside my heart

You're tearing my world apart

Don't torture me



The ring of the telephone

The quizzical hello

The glass in my hand shaking

Lying shattered in the snow



I saw a face in a picture show

Those Alborado eyes calling me

I see trees, I see indigo

I can't keep up this disguise