The Chase

I can't find her Just shadows on the wall A net full of holes Can't prove anything at all Memory is beautiful Her flesh is not in front of me I want to comfort The girl I never see Where has she gone She's out there all alone Hidden faces turn Begin the memory burn When will she find me Thin and withered Red dress turned to pink Thought I heard her laughing In books of blue black ink I don't think she's in there Just an unresponsive smile No, I can't see her dancing I've been looking all the while