Hey there Alice, where are you now?
It’s been years since we let our guard down
and the weirdness grew like a garden flower,
oh dearest Alice, I wonder,
if purple stars keep shining
or is it just a thought that I’ve once had
a little sparkle that was only in my head?

Oh Alice, I really hope you are doing great
in that pretty world that used to be so swell,
do you remember the poppies in the fields
upon a cup of coffee in a little lucky town
you flew them home,
and we both got on that plane
but we’ve never gotten back the same…

Hey Alice, what’s your latest favorite song?
could it be a little lion or the western stars,
mind me not for I live just fine
ironically, in the city I disliked,
Alice that I always love and always hurt
were you to see a candle shining in the dark
would you come or would you part?