For a different kind of girl
Who knows the feelings
But never the words

To look at you
And never speak
Is so good
For me tonight

Who do you ask when there's no one left to turn to
You ask me and I'll always try to hear
Past money and colours and make believe
Good cheap values for a thrifty clown

What do you fear in the simple still of a summer's night
I understand I sympathize for a daydream
Fairytales and I love you

What is the name to call
For a different kind of girl
Who knows the feelings
And never the words
To this
Real life documentary