Violet York, 1932 (Reprise)

I see you go past And I feel overwhelmed Cross my visions through faded water glasses As you stare across our table And babe, it's hard to tell If you're smiling or crying Smiling or crying with a drink in your hand It's hard to see if I'll ever land We never did feel the same With me, all those little differences I'm still writing voice shaking pains In a long, broken message Streetcars flying through darkened streams Shaded scenes through your window You look up with a pencil your hand I'm sitting across at a blacked piano I've hit the feelings you'll never know I've hit the feelings you'll never know...