Master of Loneliness
She's playing with my strings
She's always in my dreams
While I write some of my things
She looks bored, it seems
She is a woman that's so wise
And she goes to her private spot
I imagining her with closed eyes
And following her with my thoughts
She's playing with my strings
But she's so cold and distanced
Like a Master of Loneliness
She's playin' with my feelings
She knows that I'm watching her
So she goes somewhere to be alone
I imagining her with closed eyes
And following her with thoughts
