You came to me as if in a dream,
And scolded my innocence, disciplined my naivete,
You pushed me into some beckoned call,
And whispered softly words I cannot recall.
That look, that look,
That eager look that haunts me still,
You took what you wanted, you gave nothing more,
You had certainly sung this song before.
In the blink of an eye, in the sound of a gasp,
My world became distorted, such things became a blur,
You came as did I, you went as did I,
Some things will never be the same.