The Park

Strange little girl sitting there
Tell me a story
A story of crying sirens
And ladies in high heels
One of cold breezes
And clouded skies
Strange little girl sitting there
Let’s speak of empty swings
And tired children
And ones who dance in rain
What about the fireflies?
And monkey bars?
Strange little girl sitting there
Why did you see what you saw?
And hear mindless words?
Strange little girl sitting there
It’s raining why don’t you care?
You’re all alone and shivering
Who is that man by your side?
Who is that man with you there?