She is the grey lady.
Dark hair that hangs over her eyes,
And cigarettes that burn out too fast.
She is green eyes,
She is love. [In the blind way]
Lips like honey,
And late night lullabies.
Blue eyes of the sky,
April loves May.
Brings her flowers to leave at her door.
April spits her hate into her mouth,
And they clash bodies for one single night.
But in the morning.
April is gone.
And May prays,
She can remain the same.