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Now you see it, now you don't |
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Things make sense, and then they won't |
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I can barely see across the bay |
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She's so distant and obscure |
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I can't escape from her |
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Until I'm far enough away |
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And Alcatraz comes in and out of sight |
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And Alcatraz is flashing in the night |
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And I think of the one, a distant blur |
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A piece of me still lodged in her |
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Held prisoner - she's my Alcatraz |
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Things I think I almost know |
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Discontinued long ago |
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Once occurred inside her walls |
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And I can't helping thinking of |
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Harsh rituals of love |
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That no one quite recalls |
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But Alcatraz doesn't really care |
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And Alcatraz almost isn't there |
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But I think of the one, so dear to me |
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Whose face I still can almost see |
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Distantly - she's my Alcatraz |
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So un-together |
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Under the weather |
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I can't make it out |
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And Alcatraz is a distant blur |
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So Alcatraz looks a lot like her |
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And I almost see her taking shape |
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And part of me still can't escape |
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Nobody has - she's my Alcatraz |
