A veil of strands of hair so rare
Aveiled and stranded there, nowhere
You speak to me of fate
We even set a date
Could not tell, Michelle

I never said and you pretended not to hear
I chose not to reveal for fear
You speak to me of dreams
You speak to me of schemes
And I fell, Michelle

We swim in sands of hope, relentless grey
And what would Freud say?
He'd say, you speak to me of dreams
You speak to me of schemes
And I fell, Michelle