She brings me ice cream Tattoos her dreams on Painted canvases beneath my skin The love that she bleeds Pervades the surfaces Of walls put up, left over from before And she doesn’t know When she leaves it’s cold Lonely Lonely now Loney Lonely now Through ceilings of glass She moves her lips with mine behind the static of a silver screen And cries when she laughs Uncertain sadness in the way we talk Don’t know how long we have And I think she knows When she leaves it’s cold Lonely Lonely now Loney Lonely now