Beautiful imprint, on the palm of her hand
Shape of a windmill and it's turning my head
Fade away little sodomy
You were all that she couldn't see
When the night's gone in infamy
And the tears fall inside of me
This sin will take affect
With a grim little check
"Yes" for your fading smile
"No" for another mile
And the tears fall inside of me
Am I all you said that I could be?
And the years fail to side with me
Am I all you said that you could see?
Cry on
Lonely one