It is a lonely rainy Sunday on Hicksville's dirty streets Only some transient, blurry shadows doing non-essentios deeds No one anticipates, the dire menace waits, prowling for this sweet young thing She isn't able to resist them as they entice her with these words
Come on and join the vertigo, I'm sure you'll love the show It doesn't matter what's to come or what you've tried before
A lot of snow fell in the meantime and days are closing in From time to time she would appear again, straying, unshod, frail and thin One day she disappeared, no single word was heard, she was never seen again, But if you listen very carefully you can hear her softly sing
