Suzanne Vega

Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes shes been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
Solitude stands in the doorway
And Im struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time weve met
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
And she says ive come to set a twisted thing straight
And she says ive come to lighten this dark heart
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say ive never thought of finding you here