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