She felt a pinprick and opened her eyes

She felt a pinprick and opened her eyes

Awake now she wonders what day it is

Shields the eyes from the glare of the light

Alone in the gloom her room

The precious haze lifting up from her head

She wracks her brain for some scraps of memory

Just to know if she is alive or dead

She's alive

Alive

And sometimes when her mind has cleared

She'll look into the mirror

Asks herself who is that, and who cares?

Who cares?

She felt a pinprick and opened her eyes

She felt a pinprick and opened her eyes

Another day slips away looking for a fix

Another foot steps away across the line

Back in the gloom of her tomb

Sheds a tear looking back on her life

Cooks a spoonful of death in a waking dream

No one's there when she whispers goodnight

Goodnight