Purple velvet curtains
Dance across
A mirrored dancing floor
Shadows speaking dusty words
Say
I’ve been in this house before
Her skin so thin
The light shines through
Her hair so white
Her eyes so blue
She draws the velvet curtains
As if nothing mattered
Anymore
She guards herself
Behind a fence
Of courtesy and difference
Her skin so thin
The light shines through
Her blood so blue
She seems about to speak
And then
You turn around
She’s gone again
The mirror turns
The darkness grows
The lamplight glows
I walk her hall of memories
And I look
Into a withered smile
Dreaming someone else’s dreams
We half change places
For a while
But mirrored in a stranger’s lies
She sees herself
It hurts her eyes
And draws her velvet curtains
As if nothing mattered
Anymore
Her smile is fading
On the dusty air
The curtains open
But the stage is bare
In old Bohemia
In old Bohemia