The girl in the other room
She knows by now
There's something in all of her fears

Now she wears this thread bare
She sits on the floor
The glass pressed tight to the wall

She hears murmurs low
The paper is peeling
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling


Maybe they're 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 stifles a yawn
Adjusting the strap of her gown

She tosses her tresses
Her lover undresses
Turning the last lamp light down

What's that voice we're hearing
We should be sleeping
Could that 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