I WEAVED MY WAY THROUGH THE WELL DRESSED CROWDS
IN SEARCH OF YOU.
I TOOK HOPE FROM THE SAXOPHONE THOUGH
HER MOUTH GREW COLD SHE STILL BLEW OUT
A SYMPHONY. . .
THE SCENE IS FAMILIAR. I LOOK AGAIN.
WHEN I CAME HERE WITH YOU BEFORE IT WAS DIFFERENT.

I SAW BEAUTY IN THIS WASTED LAND
I SMELT ROSES IN THE UNDERGROUND
I SAW A FUTURE WHEN YOU WERE AROUND.
BUT NOW IT'S OVER.

THROUGH THE DARKNESS I CALLED YOUR NAME
AS THE FRIENDLY FACES MODE THEIR WAY
T0 SEE THE GAME.
SOMEONE STOPPED ME AND ASKED THE WAY
I SHRUGGED AND SMILED BUT SHE GLARED AT ME
IMPATIENTLY.
THE AMERCAN WAITRESS STILL KNOWS YOUR NAME
WHEN I CAME HERE WITH YOU BEFORE IT WAS DIFFERENT.

I SAW BEAUTY IN THIS WASTED LAND
I SMELT ROSES IN THE UNDERGROUND
I SAW A FUTURE WHEN YOU WERE AROUND
BUT NOW IT'S OVER.

YOU'LL ALWAYS HAUNT ME