David Arn - Invisible Lady Lyrics
Names were carved in the side of a Jersey treeShe vanished from my planet, she planned it with a perfumed noteI watched silently from cold, dark corners, I couldn’t see what she wroteA little bit less it could have been a mysteryA little bit more it could have been historyThat invisible lady still makes me half crazy,Memories of her slow smile refuse to yieldEven when that part of my heart has been burnt,Has been burnt and sealedCareless in Paris, stumbling down the hill from MontmarteEvening’s red dress swayed to songs I won’t admit I know by heartNeon nights never braced me for the hidden trap doorInexpensive wine can make peace bells chime but never settle the scoreAnd I was left begging for a message to glitter down from her morning starI guess she was either whispering in a foreign language or words had to tumble much too farA little bit less it could have been a mysteryA little bit more it could have been historyInvisible lady--memory won’t grow hazy,It’s flying always backward across a roaring seawith the sound of its speeding engines unravelingwhen it reaches perfect you and me
