Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far Before you agonise them in farewell? Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now? Where are you now? Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float On those cool waters where we used to dwell I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell! Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now? Where lies your spell?