Lyrics of 'That Girl' by Klimt 1918

Far in the street with no name under a lie in bloom
I fail to see her toward with my cry again
Until the end of her time
She sews a dress of blame thread is a veil of her smile drowned in time

I can still feel lips on my lips
Fingers on fingers
The smiling corpse of faith
O please she can even leave me
The heaven falls but still with dry

I try to save just a pale smile
Pictures of a doomed life just silent film of blame
Alone with a small knife, she writes a swan of purple rain

Nazi pose of a tragedy blonde girl
Girl love of dressed pearl and white cluster
Clumsy sight of a rainy falling boy
He love her strike love joy by, but he fails again
Far in the street with no name
Under a weeping Moon

I fail to see her tuned with my cry again
Until the end of my life, I sew a dress of hope
Thread is a sight lost in your life of purple rain
Iron bed stead, the light, the blame

The sign of knife, the game
ANIA sleeps away, wet of a kiss I swear
Sleep of throns I spy
Tired on a rainy sea
Scent of tragic fail
Bent of doing love
And if you meet her in the street oh please love her the best you can

That girl
That girl
The light, the night of Rome
The body dressed of guilty rain
That girl
That girl

Fail another, fail I dare
In the coldest day
Through the mess of spring
Does she knows why I cried?
I could never turn to the lie in bloom
Under a blazing Sun
In your street