The girl in the other room

She knows by now

There's something ain't know other fears

Now she wears this thread bare

She sits on the floor

The glass press tight to the wall

She hears murmurs low

The paper is peeling

Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling



Baby be there

Or maybe it's nothing at all

As she draws lipstick smears on the wall



The girl in the other room

She powders her face

And stares hard into her reflection



The girl in the other room

She ??

Adjusting the strap of her gown

She tosses her tresses

Her lover undresses

Turning the last night life down

What's that voice we're hearing

We should be sleeping

Could there be someone who's weeping

Maybe she's there

Maybe there's nothing to see

Just a trace of what used to be

The girl in the other room

She darkens her lash and blushes

She seems to look familiar