David Sylvian - Remembering Julia

I'm remembering Julia, she's standing in the room.
Sad eyes, smiling, she's alone in a blue shirt, by a blue car.
The sky is grey, forever grey.
Someone has come to visit, a father.
A friend says goodbye, never to be seen again,
He drives away, he just drives away...

She's laughing from the trees, making us go dance.
She's crying in the pulpit, waiting for a sign.
She was but a prayer, she's pushed beneath the water.
Promised to be a good soldier, to fight for what's hers.

She's the changeling, the wrong cast,
The time (goes by) so fast.
She's on her knees, on her back,
The stone that couldn't be cracked.
Julia is forgetting, but I am remembering
Little girls with 99 lives.
They are wounded, but healing.
They are quietly fading, they lost their innocense. Her fear is deep-rooted, right to the bone,
An abandoned campfire, ash and stone.
By telling this all of the memory she's buried,
Lightening the burden of shame she's carried,
She's sinking into the earth, leaving no trace.
I slip into her shoes and tie the laces.

I'm remembering Julia,
Little girls with 99 lives.
We're chasing dandelions, making wishes,
And foliage clovers, not fallen stars.

I'm learning to live,
Julia is learning to forget...