A livery of bachelors calling on her
Floating from memory, and what of me?
I glance up for a moment, have I ever really been here before?
I look around, nothing quite as I remember it
A livery of bachelors sadly listen as her steps echo
Echos as she passes slightly out of focus,
fading from view, fading from sight, fading
A livery of bachelors try to bring her back, bring her back after
Always passing by, always heading somewhere, just out of focus
Just out of focus
I still see her before me
She looks quite beautiful
When she passes always later than the rest
