solitude stands by the window she turns her head as i walk in the room i can see by her eyes she s 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 i m struck once again by her black silhouette by her long cool stare and her silence i suddenly remember each time we ve met and she turns to me with her hand extended her palm is split with a flower with a flame and she says i ve come to set a twisted thing straight and she says i ve come to lighten this dark heart and she takes my wrist i feel her imprint of fear and i say i ve never thought of finding you here i turn to the crowd as they re watching they re sitting all together in the dark in the warm i wanted to be in there among them i see how their eyes are gathered into one and then she turns to me with her hand extended her palm is split with a flower with a flame and she says i ve come to set a twisted thing straight and she says i ve come to lighten this dark heart and she takes my wrist i feel her imprint of fear and i say i ve never thought of finding you here solitude stands in the doorway and i m struck once again by her black silhouette by her long cool stare and her silence i suddenly remember each time we ve met and she turns to me with her hand extended her palm is split with a flower with a flame