Bill Madden - Francesca Lyrics

In her patterned
Dishabille
Of flowered flea
Market dresses
A naked limb
An arm, a leg
A breast, and yet her
Face not in the frame
Francesca
The mystery begins

Ghostly images
Appear like
Gossamer blurred
Apparitions
Velvet, fur
Taffeta, tulle
A shutter blinks
You dissolve into yourself
Francesca
Your secret is hidden

Life she said, is like
Old coffee-cup sediment

Almost thirty years
And now
I知 looking down
From a similar window
As you leapt
To the littered street
I wonder what release
Was in your mind
Francesca
That cold
That cold
That cold January

All she left
Are negatives
And silver gelatin
All she left
Are negatives
And silver gelatin

[Thanks to madmuse for adding these lyrics]