Story Behind The Song

Tale of my curiousity of a young lady who was extremely shy.

Lyrics

in the dark of every midnight hour
on the corner of a rundown couch
sits a scarlet piece, my chess puzzle queen
waiting for someone or something unseen

its her smile that mesmorizes me
standing out amongst all those other things
can't be the only one who does not see
or understand, perhaps, her heart's poverty

and she

throws me backwards when she sits next to me
i try to speak but find i'm saying stupid things
staying silent but feeling like i'm boring
singing on an angel and her
candelescent pouring

its a wonder if she'll be snatched up above
by a selfish hand searching for a humble love
and perhaps not a mortal on her mind alost
she'll wait forever, but never to feel remorse

i wonder can you feel me like i fell your eyes
wandering so true, my wonder is who
room, sometimes, people so many,
i lose your sight
my heart turns purple to blue, purple to blue
asunder to the man forever be
with his lack of poverty
and nothing to throw at thee