Lletres: Suzanne Vega. Nine Objects Of Desire. Headshots.

The sign said head shots
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
Strange the way a shadow
Can fall across the wall

And make the difference
In what you see
Ah

He's just a poster, but
He's everywhere
A face under a street lamp
Ripped and hangin' in the air
Turn the corner
And he's still there
Watching all the people
Who are passing unaware

Is there a judgment
On what he sees?
Ah

On a day
As cold
And gray
As today

The sign says head shots
It's 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
That's history
Ah
Ah
Ah