She's a song unsung
She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp
She's a song unsung
And only the white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like.
But at night you're dancing through the pain
even when you're the only one.
No rose, no sky as full of beauty as the girl who dies
but rises with every morning's sun,
alone.
She dances alone
Alone - so beautiful
Alone - her own romance;
Alone - Lady Lazarus' life sustaining dance.