her hands moved with a fury of passion and excitement,
her face gave the direct impression of what she wanted.
Millie was her name, the name that will forever be branded in my soul,
her face was that of an angel that warms you in the bitter cold.

The bitter sweet excitement once had when we talked, is now long gone
she has since moved on without me, while i'm still stuck on that moment on the metro.
She moved her symphonic hands with gestures of the heart's song
we were perfect, but i never heard her voice.

I wasn't deemed worthy by god himself to hear that angel speak
It was torture for a lonely soul to inhabit a worthless chap like me.
Millie was her name, and perfection  was her trademark smile
her hands moved the tell tale sign of goodbye as her train sped away.

The once true love is now gone. The silent motion fills the empty room,
with smoke and an ash tray full forgotten stubs of long ago.
The symphony of silent hands created an echo in memories gone too soon.
Millie was her name, a beautiful contortion of fingers and hands.