Oh, look! [para Livs]

There she is, sat on a golden chair.
One can't fell a thing by looking in her face
no love, no grieves, no despair:
She's just in another dimension of space.

There she is, static, makes no moves.
One can fell everything around breaks
and yet, her eyes aren't proves
that this blank is a heartache.

There she is, finally a single tear roll.
One can see it touching her lips,
but can't see if it touches her soul
or if this tear inside her heart rips

Then she gets up and goes, is it a dream after all?
There she is and you're tripping with a picture on the wall!