Every morning at the break of light
I see you standing in the sun
You look at me with the kindest eyes
Every morning I'm overcome

Infatuation and desperate desire
Madness, enchantment and shame
Sorrow and glory and blinding euphoria
Everything's there in your name

In darkness when I close my eyes
I see your hair come undone
I lose myself every time
Even now I'm overcome

Roxanne, what am I supposed to say?
Words are only glass on a string
The more I arrange them
And line up and change them
The more they mean the same thing

Roxanne
Roxanne
Roxanne