Magazines

Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines?

Sun through the blinds, mornings in Rome

Talking so fine, feeling so low

Bright magazines, strewn on the floor

Took their revenge, chose to ignore

Roman spring, coloured everything with days in store

Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines?

Inside information, glossy invitations from

Galaxies of laughing souls

And the wine, made you dance in time

Time to see the dawn

Knights in arms, lie in sympathy, bleeding on the lawn

Was it you, gazing out from magazines, magazines?

Inside information, the glossy invitations

To chronicles of love and pain ...

Come the Fall, on your balcony, against the wall

Feel a chill, turn around to find, no-one there at all

Just magazines