Picture of Her

Lyrics

It's so hard to see her face In the overcrowded place And the words right on the wind They don't get into my mind Children are playing Don't know what they're saying With wide open eyes For tomorrow to see Better than me And those pictures in her eyes Are her private paradise With that perfume on her smile Telling wonders of beguile Wasteful and breaking The colors they're making Are moving before me And seem to infer Picture of her With one flower in her hand She stands mirrored in the sand And the people stand and stare But she doesn't really care Children are playing Don't know what they're saying With wide open eyes For tomorrow to see Better than me [?] through her hair I'm not sure if she is there And the sun lights up this day As my picture fades away Wasteful and breaking The colors they're making Are moving before me And seem to infer Picture of her