I've searched the holy books. Tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ the saviour. I've read the poets and the analysts. Searched through the books on human behaviour. I travelled the whole world around. For an answer that refused to be found. I don't know why and I don't know how. But she's nobody's baby now. I loved her then and I guess I love her still. Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in. She lives in my blood and skin. Her wild feral stare her dark hair. Her winter lips as cold as stone. Yeah I was her man. But there are some things even love won't allow. I held her hand but I don't hold it now. I don't know why and I don't know how. But she's nobody's baby now. This is her dress that I loved best. With the blue quilted violets across the breast. And there are my many letters. Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand. I was her cruel-hearted man. And though I've tried to lay her ghost down. She's moving through me even now. I don't know why and I don't know how. But she's nobody's baby now.