Dead mans girl

I see a vision of the grave A thief of adolescence
My dulled senses recall a wave Where time holds no presence
She dreams of sculptures that are a scarce blessing made of marble
That resembles Pearl
In dream she sees winged shapes that are inhuman but prepossessing
I'm in love with a Dead mans Girl

She is grieving with delight
As she walks in a green field or on the soft hot golden sand
She is blind but still has sight
As she walks with her past hand in hand

For a split second I see no more birds or fish move
No more island rest
No more running ships groove
No more hills or land at best

I'm hangin' round being tortured
With feelings that won't stick to your clothes
I'm standing on your orchard
I'm in love with a Dead Mans Girl who now knows

I see a vision of the grave A thief of adolescence
My dulled senses recall a wave Where time holds no presence
She dreams of sculptures that are a scarce
Blessing made of marble that resembles Pearl
In dream she sees winged shapes that are inhuman but prepossessing
I'm in love with a Dead mans Girl

Anyone that has waking eyes can view
As a child buys a watch establishing time and death
Then stumbled onto as one who knew A kiss is all that's left

She awakened remembering his spirit pale
The light blue mist swirls and disappears
As she took from her eyes the veil
Sleep brings sight pure and true for a dead mans Girl

I'm hangin' round being tortured
With feelings that won't stick to your clothes
I'm standing on your orchard
I'm in love with a Dead Mans Girl who now knows