Strange Girl

Strange girl, silent girl
You′ve seen her eyes like flashing stones
She’s passing through, between the bars
Strange, strange
Strange girl, haunted girl
Her back is turned, you call her name
And when she turns, some part of her
Somehow remains turned away
Toward somewhere else where we can′t go
Somewhere strange
Strange is free
Strange goes where it pleases
If no one knows, then no one interferes
What’s it’s name? Does it talk? Does it feel?
It′s a she, is she real?
Mona Lisa never moves
She sits and stares into the room
But not this girl
She′s there one day and then she’s gone
Strange girl, not just a girl
Did something happen to make her change?
What does she know that made her so
So strange?