One, two, three.
No one told me about the ways in life.
No one told me about the naked cry.
But it's too late to say I'm sorry.
I'll shut the door, watch her care.
Please don't bother trying to find her.
She's not there.
Well, let me tell you about the way she looks,
the way she acts,
the color of her hair.
Of course, she's soft and cool.
Her eyes are clear and bright.
But she's not there.
She's not there.
No one told me about her
What could I do?
No one told me about her
They all knew
But it's too late to say I'm sorry
I should've known I should've cared
Please don't bother trying to find her
She's a girl
Let me tell you about the way she looked,
the way she nagged,
the color of her hair
Oh, her voice was soft and cool,
her eyes were clear and bright
Oh, in the sun I stared
She was dying
The air was cold
We are.