Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby,
awaiting a word.
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs,
wishing he could fly
only to trip at the sound of goodbye.

Wordlessly watching, he waits by the window and wonders
at the empty place inside.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he worries,
did he hear a good-bye?
Or even hello?

They are one person,
they are two alone,
they are three together,
they are for each other.

Stand by the stairway, you'll see something certain, to tell you
confusion has its cost.
Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers,
saying she is lost
and choking on hello.

They are one person,
they are two alone,
they are three together,
they are for each other.