Lucinda - Oscar Louise

Lucinda

You're silent

You're not moving

Made of stone

How is it

That you're not talking

Drawing circles

All alone

Lucinda

You're pretty

But as always

Your head's bowed down

How is it

That you're not smiling

And your horizon

Is a twisted frown

And the circles never start and never end

They've no meaning but the noise they make

And the blackness they create

All the words we send to you won't make you bend

Pebbles thrown into your lake

See the ripples slowly fade

Lucinda

You're different

You're consistent

And all your own

But lucinda

Sweet lucinda

You gnaw my patience

Down to the bone

But lucinda

Sweet lucinda

You gnaw my patience

Down to the bone

And if I could understand you

You know I would

I surely would

But I don't

And it breaks my heart