My fingers lay silent on the skin of her conga drum They're covered by black Spanish hair which I touch with my thumb I could hear heavy breathin', my heart was pounding, I... Knew the moment had come To do what must be said And to ask what should be done... And I can't help but wonder what it might have been I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth I looked at her quickly, avoiding her watery eyes In the awareness of the scene I was playing, well I just had to cry Elisabeth stood silent, draped in defenses A victim of tongues that had lied And I was hoping she'd say something That would stop me from saying goodbye Well I can't help but wonder what it might have been I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth For every word that I poured out a million more formed in my head Trying to cover up or bring back to life something we both knew was dead And there we froze motionless like two crystal statuettes With nothing more between us to be said Each of us lost in our frayed-collared thoughts As into the darkness I fled... And I can't help but wonder what it might have been I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth...