She shows no smile buried deep, simmering glow no one knows
until you see the ghosts buried underneath don't bring flowers to a girl as this
any pain hidden in the mist
do not even try, to capture her eye you would be wrong and so astray show her a garden of olives and wine bring a small gavel made of rotten vines tap lightly brick by brick peek inside the hole make a stupid face if she smiles your world is complete