Timeless

paperdolls, painted in blue and grey
sleepin' where the shadows play
where the nighttime meets the day
strange lady prays in a chapel
with an old dark door
wonderin' if what she came here for
was in all her yesterdays
no time for photographs
no time for the past
no time for the laughs
cold mother begs
from a painter in an empty street
for somethin' she can warm her feet
least to stop the cryin' child
sad actress preys on a waiter
in cheap cafe
hopin she can end that day
with a warmth that lovers feel
lady di, took more than a moving car
to steal your breath away
take your hand from the steering wheel
no time for photographs
no time for the laughs
no time for the past
no time . . .