IRC-Galleria

She hangs her head and cries on my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me whats making you sad, Li?
Open your door, dont hide in the dark.
Youre lost in the dark, you can trust me.
Cause you know thats how it must be.

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.

Her eyes like windows, tricklin rain
Upon the pain getting deeper.
Though my love wants to relieve her.
She walks alone from wall to wall.
Lost in a hall, she cant hear me.
Though I know she likes to be near me.

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.

She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants me to help her.
I'll do what I can to show her the way.
And maybe one day I will free her.
Though I know no one can see her.

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.

Sad Johannes.