Who is that stranger there, for I have no clue?
But he's the one who showed me how to love,
Walking around with his head in the clouds
Though his hands were buried inside white gloves.
Everyday I would see him right there,
Telling me to think without my head.
'Let love unfold, let it grow and surround you.'
But he never showed inside he was dead.
Where has he gone with his little wan smile,
With perfect soul hidden from detection?
In his good time I know we'll meet again
Each time I look at my own reflection.