© 1999 Lost

Feels like yesterday

Met an angel in a North End café

Sunlight follows her through the door

Her words are poetry, ever so pure

Obsidian locks frame her face

Hearts wither in the shadow of her grace

In her eyes, gypsies dance

I’m drowning in a Siren’s trance

When she comes to me

And she always comes to me

I can read my name in her smile

In her

Her blood red smile

Our eyes converse in cryptic verse

A taste too brief to sate my thirst

Her body sheathed in sable

She’s the beauty in a beastly fable

She’s the star of my fantasy

Our bodies embrace in ecstasy

She’s the twilight bride, and I the groom

On this sacred night, our passions bloom

When she comes to me

And she always comes to me

I can read my name in her smile

In her

Her blood red smile

When she comes back to me

And she always comes back to me

I know I’m the one who’ll make her smile

Her smile

Her blood red smile

Her blood red smile

Her blood red

Smile