solitude stands by the window
she turns her head as i walk in the room
i can see by her eyes she’s been waiting
standing in the slant of the late afternoon
and she turns to me with her hand extended
her palm is split with a flower with a flame
solitude stands in the doorway
and i’m struck once again by her black silhouette
by her long cool stare and her silence
i suddenly remember each time we’ve met
and she turns to me with her hand extended
her palm is split with a flower with a flame
and she says i’ve come to set a twisted thing straight
and she says i’ve come to lighten this dark heart
and she takes my wrist i feel her imprint of fear
and i say i’ve never thought of finding you here
i turn to the crowd as they’re watching
they’re sitting all together in the dark in the warm
i wanted to be in there among them
i see how their eyes are gathered into one
and then she turns to me with her hand extended
her palm is split with a flower with a flame
and she says i’ve come to set a twisted thing straight
and she says i’ve come to lighten this dark heart
and she takes my wrist i feel her imprint of fear
and i say i’ve never thought of finding you here
solitude stands in the doorway
and i’m struck once again by her black silhouette
by her long cool stare and her silence
i suddenly remember each time we’ve met
and she turns to me with her hand extended
her palm is split with a flower with a flame
Artist: Suzanne Vega
Year: 1987
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 135