Innocent, I am innocent

Still I see her face before me


Anonymous voices on the bus

Echo in my my hollow heart



Between the raindrops

Through the treetops

Whispers sharp as nails

Always seeing shadows on my trail



Half awake out on the fire escape

Where she stepped out for air one night

Arguments woke up the neighbors then

She disappeared into thick air



Between the raindrops

Through the treetops

Whispers sharp as nails



Always seeing, always seeing...

Always seeing shadows on my trail

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