Threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back.
A name in your recollection
thrown down among a million same.
Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over.
When I've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me.
But I threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
Here I am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
But I see through it all, see through and see you.
So I threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
Oh well.
Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all.
You don't see me.
You don't see me at all.
