Blue Orchids

The ancient streets, so crowded and narrow
 Winding stairs climb up, up high
 The air tonight hangs sour and heavy
 I'm dying up here, love, lie with me, lie
 The view electrical and sprawling
 The city lights move out and on and on
 Out there in the halo of the skyline
 My guardian angel looks down upon me
 Fall tonight, sweet Paris rain
 Shower me in her warm kisses
 A burning star over long lost highway
 My fallen lover died so young
 And all the gifts you gave, I have them
 And all your love I'm still holding onto
 She rides the halo of the skyline
 My fallen sister died so young
 Our last goodbye, I wanted to be there
 To bathe the loss from your fading eyes
 Close these sweeping, long, gray curtains
 Dizzying, spiraling heights
 Soft light pours into the room
 Fingers glide over my face, a voice speaks, a figure moves
 How could I walk these old dim halls again?
 How could I leave this room all alone?
 When she comes by every morning
 Brings back pink and pale blue orchids
 When she comes by every afternoon
 Piano music weeps quietly as May melts into June
 When she comes by every evening
 Lays down beside me softly breathing