In the city's loud cry, she floated like a dream,
Mourning gown, noble air, by the streetlight's beam.
With each step, her grace, like a dance, it seemed,
In her eyes, a storm, where my fantasies teemed.

A flash, in the night's embrace,
Her glance, in time's endless race.
Now she's a whisper in the crowd's faceless sea,
A missed beat in my heart that could have been.
 
You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

In the rush of the crowd, your shadow fades away,
But in me forever, your image will stay.
A moment of dream, now a haunting tune,
Under the indifferent sky, by the fading moon.

We're lost in the endless night,
Our eyes in a fleeting light.
You are away now, a whisper in the throng,
A dead love fading like a silent song

You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

The Passerby

Talking Cure