A week of sun beneath the clouds    that are your breathless doing    don't dare speak your name aloud    or it will all come tumbling down    empty streets    perfumed forest wet with rain    walk away    let it be    hold your fire but take good aim at me      And you don't know what she is thinking    You just know that it's the end    And you can tell that she's been drinking all alone again      Bathed in the light of empty dream    her face is so depressing    But if it's as bad as it seems    let's disappear    But she can duck    she can weave    she can hide behind her smile    Watch her dance    watch her sway    Sadness fades after a while she says