So now many days had passed and gone Since Tifa ran away,
Her love called Cloud took up the run,
To have his loving say.
She did not know that he was coming,
She had no fucking clue.
But if she'd had she'd be a-running,
That's what she'd bloody would do.
For life was fun - at last! - for her,
She had her man to fetch and serve,
Her every wish,
Or any dish,
Made by his loving hand.
And for his love she would return,
A loving kiss,
A loving burn.
Together they were happiness,
And all us jealous be.
In Sector 5 amongst the pigeons,
Tifa had but just a smidgeon,
Of a kiss her lover shared,
Before she caught a glimpse.
Her Cloud was near! He saw not she,
She had time to run and see.
Be it him, and not just me?
Yet it was loving Cloud.
She ran away!
She'd had her say,
She'd said it often,
A coming day.
She'd leave him there,
In misery,
For she had to be free!
Her lover Cid, seemed not to care,
He enjoyed much open air,
A cigarette clasped close at hand,
On hand a wedding band.
She grabbed him close and kissed him deep,
Her lover jumped, her lover weeped.
Her kiss so sweet is what he needs,
To keep him standing there.
With one hand she would cling to him,
And drag him through the lively streets.
Cloud noticed not that they had fled,
Knew not he'd made his bed.
In a panic, in a fright,
Tifa knew she must take flight,
Her Husband Cloud had found her there,
And now she must be free.
On a motorbike,
On a motorway,
Tifa soared out on the road.
She had left her loving Cid,
Where she went to, no-one knows.
She was crying, she'd been lying,
Could not risk another harm,
She must leave her loving Cid,
Just like Cloud, her soul alarm.
Live was living, life was joyful,
Yet a single bird must fly,
Like a pigeon, or a squirrel,
Life is not when two go by.
Tifa knew this,
Sought her own bliss,
But could she be doing wrong?
Had she fell out Of reality Surreality all along.