Twilight turns to evening
|
Evening turns to morning
|
Laura doesn't heed them
|
Doesn't hear their warning
|
|
Laura, never will she marry
|
Born to wander till she dies
|
Life for her is just a misty blur
|
She needs no home, her shelter is the sky
|
|
Echoes from her bedroom
|
Is she laughing, is she crying
|
None will know the answer
|
On her cheeks the tears are drying
|
|
Laura, she's a thing of beauty
|
Beauty loves her most of all
|
Some fine day when she is old and gray
|
She'll rest in peace behind her garden walls
|
|
Laura...
|
|
-----------------
|
Laura's Aura
|
| Combustible Edison |
