Besedila: Taxiride. Helplessly Hoping.

Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers near by
Awaiting they were
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit he runs
Wishing he could fly, hay
Only to trip at the sound of goodbye

Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries did he hear a goodbye, hay
Or even hello

They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together

They are four each other

Stand by the stairway, you'll see something certain to tell you
Confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello

They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are four each other