She is inside there, behind the wall Sexing a bottle of brandy... she will sex it all Finger light like a lover should Lips drawn tight as though she could Suffer all those men with eyes that bleed inside their head Who murder souls in every bed
She is asleep there, upon the floor Troubled by visions of strangers that stand in her door Holding flags of another land Language she can't understand All she wants for christmas is another glass of wine My little darling Clementine
She is awake in another day Hoping that everyone has gone away Sunlight screams at the curtain drawn 6 A.M. and the day looks long Will she make it in a world that suffocates its fools And leaves a word not of its rules
There she is stumbling beside the lane Dress is in tatters as though she's lost again Worries not of the sideways eye Muttering "you all can die" "Please just let me climb the stairs and slip inside my room" The darkness folding none too soon
She holds a letter tight in her hand Above a candle sent from a man who promised He would always live in the shadow of the greatest gift From god above Why did he then float away like embers from a fire The letter burns and she retires.
She is inside there, behind the wall Sexing a bottle of gin, now, she will take it all Easier is the money for giving in like an aging whore Watching her own body turn into a lump of clay Than fighting for someone to stay