Now she wears it threadbare
And blushes
It's just a trace of what used to be
She powders her face
Maybe she's there
She darkens her lash
Turning the last lamp light down
She seems to look familiar
And stares hard
Or maybe it's nothing at all
The glass pressed tight to the wall
We should be sleeping
As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
She stifles a yawn
There's something in all of her fears
Or maybe there's nothing to see

Her lover undresses
Adjusting the strap of her gown

What's that voice we're hearing?

The girl in the other room

Could that be someone who's weeping?
She tosses her tresses
She hears murmurs low
Into her reflection
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
She sits on the floor
The paper is peeling
The girl in the other room
Maybe they're there
The girl in the other room