Eve

Eve I can't believe

That you could mean

What you just said

Think of what you are

How very far you are from being real



Look into the mirror

Nothing there to see

Eve I can't believe

You'd really leave him



(*) Notice how her image saddens

How lonely she's become

Just once I'd like to see her happy

Before the winter comes



Eve, I wouldn't lie

The open sky is not your home

Wide as it may be

Reality is here among the stones



Thorns among the roses

Add to what is real

Eve, you are a rose

Among the thorns here



Repeat (*)



I wish her only good times

Before the winter comes

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