Текст Headshots Suzanne Vega

The sign said headshots

And that was all,

A picture of a boy

And a number you could call,

Two eyes in the shade

A mouth so sad and small,

Its strange the way a shadow

Can fall across the wall,

And make the difference

In what you see

Ah...

Hes just a poster, but

Hes everywhere,

A face under a street lamp

Ripped and hanging in the air,

Turn the corner

And hes still there,

Watching all the people

Who are passing unaware,

Is there a judgement

In what he sees?

Ah...

On a day

As cold

And gray

As today...

The sign says headshots

Its all I see,

A boy becomes a picture

Of guilt and sympathy,

And so I think of you

In memory

Of the days we were together,

And I knew that you loved me

That was the difference

In what we see,

But thats history...

Ah...