Genevieve Songtext / Lyric

Genevieve living in Velvet Street

Turns back the curtains to the day

She sees the rains falling and she bites her lip

Sits on the sofa and she reads






The leaves are falling softly from the plane trees

She hears the passing wheels in the empty street

Genevieve in Velvet Street

Wonders what to do and what to say



Sets a fire burning in the blackened grate

And sits there just watching how the flames play

Genevieve in Velvet Street

Wonders just what she can do with the day



January blowing through Velvet Street

Down the lonely valleys to the lake



Genevieve living in Velvet Street

Wishes that it didn't matter anyway