How did it feel to twice become a saint?
How did it feel to twice be burned at the stake?
Did you fly too high like icarus?
Did you run to fast?
Did you give too much love to a world that would never understand?
We are the flowers that grew from the sod
How dreary to be somebody
I too, have no country
And I know how it feels
If you were shining down on me, I wouldn't kneel
I would stand upright the way you did
All your life and everything you dreamed of, so short the kiss
Forever on the silver screen
Forever in our hearts
Forever in these humble streets
Forever like you were in the start
Dancing in your stockings to your 45's
Forever Innocent Too full: your heart Too wide: your eyes
In strange places In the company of strange men
And you said goodbye And I understand