(c) 2009 Hoover/Stoeckel
She sits in their rooms stares in the mirror and brushes her thoughts
Alone in the tombs, tangling herself in the web, she is caught
Wondering why he still bothers, she sighs
He hardly ever even looks in her eyes
How bad, she asks herself if she never woke?
If they never spoke again?
She limps through the day,
Wishing that it would all just go away
Somehow in her thoughts,
This is not what she planned and it's not what she bought.
How did this whole thing go on so long?
She used to think he was so proud and strong
How bad, she asks herself, if she wasn't there?
Nothing to care about
She can still remember back another warm September
They were so in tune in and so in love
Nothing ever in the way
Now she just can't let go of a memory long ago
Wind-swirling leaves, fallen from the trees, lying on the graves of those two
So now she remains, locked in the black and white dreams that detain
Frost on window panes, chilling her heart and re-locking the chains
Chilling her heart and re-locking the chains