Lyrics

She works behind the curtain
In her salon late at night
The milliner to the stars
Holds the pillbox to the light
She smoothes the chiffon ribbon
Under feathers and the lace
A confection in scarlet
For the First Lady’s date

It brings to mind one she wore
In a film about doomed love
Made in black and white
But she called for matching gloves
Shown back home again
After thirty years taboo
Her hits on shortwave
It feels sweet but bitter too

Time heals
But the healed heart still hurts
Time heals
But the healed heart still hurts

She yearns to see the Danube
But fears she can’t go back
Her sleep is often broken
By ghosts of men in black
Nearly killed for being human
Her light refused to die
Home is now Manhattan
Her client’s due at nine

Time heals
But the healed heart still hurts
Time heals
But the healed heart still hurts
They say time heals
But the healed heart still hurts


Actress by accident
Diva by design
Voice of a dying age
Chanteuse of the lost

They say time heals
But the healed heart still hurts
Time heals,
But the healed heart still hurts