Grizabella

JELLYLORUM

You see the border of her coat is torn

And stained with sand.

And you see the corner of her eye

Twist like a crooked pin.



(instrumental break)



GRIZABELLA

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone.

In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan.

Every streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.

Someone mutters, and the streetlamp gutters

And soon it will be morning.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight.

I can smile at the old days.

I was beautiful then.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was.

Let the memory live again.