I’ve met Alice on the alley in the park,
and I asked her for her name
and she asked me for my heart,
she leaned on me slowly telling stories from before,
and the leafs were turning yellow
threes were watching from ashore…

And the dance was turning wild
she had whispers in her eyes,
and I’ve followed for a while,
but at night when her hands are getting cold,
Alice cries and Alice bleeds
and your soul to love she needs…

I’ve met Alice in the morning,
she was walking without loving
and her streets were empty spaces,
her youth is gone and she is growing restless,
and the leafs may start to fall
winter comes and summer goes…

I saw Alice once upon a March,
she was smiling looking south
and her shadow fell behind,
and I kindly walked my heart back home,
to the place I’ve left my love
to the One I dream to hold…