eva:

the choice was mine and mine completely

i could have any prize that i desired

i could ban with the splendour of the brightest fire

or else, or else i could choose time

remember i was very unfit

and the year was forever and a day

so what use could 50, 60, 70 be?

i saw the lights and i was on my way

and how i lived

how they shone,

but how soon the lights where gone



(instrumental)



che:

the choice was yours and no one elses

you can cry forever in despair

hang your head because she's no longer there

to shine, to dazzle, or betray

how she lived, how she shone

but how soon the lights were gone.



(instrumental)



beauticians:

eyes, hair, face, image

all must be preserved

still life displayed forever

no less than she deserved



(ringing bells)