This is the story of...
a saxophonist.
She met him quite late, though they were still young.
He was nice, he was kind, he was clever, he was witty.
But he was a musician. A saxophonist.
And as he seduced her he kept his mind to himself.
As all musicians do. They make you believe in what their music tells you.
But then it comes out it was all just a show.
And you are left there, with your broken-heart.
With no memories to remember, but many lies in a few songs.
He was a saxophonist. And although he was very much like me, he never saw his reflection in me.
And although I was also a musician, he was never impressed by my own show.
