The are running in the alley-way below Underlining all her Across the alley, there is a rented is a girl, I watch, I watch her
Yellow cotton curtains, the are black and white Why are you home early? Is this one of those nights? up the lilacs, straighten up your hair Over to the mirror, do you see there?
You know why he is on a separate street away from you Usually you can forget, but tonight the hounds, get to you The are running in the alley-way below Underlining all her
Magnets in the mirror, you croon But tonight, you are no in your rented room He knows why he is on a separate street away from you Usually he can forget, but tonight the hounds, get to him
The mirror shows a man in a chair, she sees him He's to the floor, his lines they crack away Who is this man? You know him, you know him, you him His being is your being, his scent is on skin His mind is on your mind, his breathing is breathing
So she to her own chair, I see her sway She's to the floor, her lines, they crack away She shatters on the tiles, the mirror that she shatters Like the that she shadows
The street, it's night, it's dark, I see too well But a fog on her room, that much I can tell And every drop of water drew across her soul, Lord And every of water made the beaded bodies roll
A cat by to listen till her breathing ceased to toil And on a street, well, that man, he ceased to moil Yellow dawn is yellowing, now I can see the Now I can see her face, on the tiles, I see her
Breeze, it blows the curtains the wayward tiles the sleeping ones on separate streets, I have to smile They still will not why they awaken so new But sleep was close to holy, my darlings, we're watching over you
the alley, there is a rented room There is a I watch, I her, I watch I watch her We watch, we her