Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back,

a name in your recollection,

thrown down among a million same.

Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed

and passed over

when I've looked right through

to see you naked and oblivious

and

you don't see me. But I threw you the obvious

just to see if there's more behind the eyes

of a fallen angel, the eyes of a tragedy.

Here I am expecting just a little bit

too much from the wounded.

But I see through it all

and see you.

So I threw you the obvious

to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,

eyes of a tragedy.

Oh well. Apparently nothing.

You don't see me.

You don't see me at all.