Turning the last lamp light down
Her lover undresses
And blushes
What's that voice we're hearing?
She stifles a yawn
Maybe they're there
Or maybe it's nothing at all
Into her reflection
She hears murmurs low
The glass pressed tight to the wall
Maybe she's there
She darkens her lash
Adjusting the strap of her gown
The girl in the other room
It's just a trace of what used to be
Now she wears it threadbare
As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
The paper is peeling
The girl in the other room
She sits on the floor
And stares hard
Could that be someone who's weeping?
There's something in all of her fears
Or maybe there's nothing to see
She tosses her tresses
She powders her face
We should be sleeping
The girl in the other room
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
