Yes I've seen her often through the rain Her voice is soft and frightened like a child in the night Her mind is a kaleidoscope of spinning black and white Her eyes can only focus on weakness In the summer sounds around her she hears bleakness Her laughter is a door that never opens Yes I've seen her But we've never spoken All the times we've faced each other miles between our souls I've wondered how she's learned to live her life and not have goals It seemed that she was always in the shadows The stranger who neither leads nor follows Too high above it all to let her heart be broken Yes I've seen her But we've never spoken Haunted by her values, disenchanted with herself She's used to human ugliness and looks for nothing else She lies inside your arms within the closeness of a kiss Holding back the secret of what she really is Hiding from you as her eyes are closing Yes I've seen her But we've never spoken