Not A Soul

Black dress on, the smoke still in her hair

Dances all alone as if she didn't care

She whispers, “No, I'm not giving in.”



When there's no sense in talking anymore

Doesn't say that much but she says it slow

Just a lonely, “No, I'm not giving in.”



I tried to save you from the dried up crowd

A perfect song to forget what you used to cry about

When the world has laid you low

You can come to me and I promise I won't tell a soul



Reflections echo off her face

Perfection is out of place

And it's only, only, only

Shades of gray