She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running, Like a - TopicsExpress

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running, Like a watercolor, in the rain. Dont bother asking for an explanation, Shell just tell you that she came in the year of the cat. She doesnt give you time for questions, As she locks up your arm in hers. And you follow till your sense of which direction, Completely disappears. While morning comes and youre still with her. And the bus and the tourists are gone. Youve thrown away your choice and lost your ticket. So you have to stay on. Al Stewart OFFICIAL My favorite lyrics ever written.