Carol's fascinated, both attracted and repulsed A telephone, reluctant, visits to the doorway, her neighbors, the stairs Through a distorted peephole outside movements freeze all, her blood runs cold She doesn't move, she doesn't move, she doesn't move... Carol
Carol's solace from day madness is the flat she shares with her sister Her bedroom is a cave, the bed sheets are chains Brigher days won't come, nice people won't come
Hard screams the corridor, pictures flicker through her mind The doorway in and out, there's tension all about, her blood runs cold Her sister has a boyfriend, they're making love when day ends She doesn't move, she doesn't move, she doesn't move... Carol