She lives across the street in one of many terraced Houses with a mother and a father and a Window overlooking the street below He lives across the mossy cracked old pavement in a Terrace bordered off with flower arrangements and she Dances for him ev'ry night Never was a word spoken of the promise never broken And she danced like an angel by his side Despite the mossy cracked divide She dressed in a silky white nightgown when he Researched it he found it in a shop just full of Secrets, secret by design And he loved her every minor detail he could Muster from observing her through dusty '40's windows Dancing whilst she cried Though they never chanced upon a meeting she still danced Like an angel, an angel by his side When she laughed, even when she cried They were alive, they were alone She swayed, white and blurred and beautiful and Afraid, black and blue and she was too Unworldly for his tainted eyes When the car on her drive finally roared into life He saw her crying yet again Driving through the rain He never saw her again The angel by his side