The girl in the other room She knows by now There's something in all of her fears Now she wears it threadbare She sits on the floor The glass pressed tight to the wall She hears murmurs low The paper is peeling Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
Maybe they're there 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 stifles a yawn Adjusting the strap of her gown She tosses her tresses Her lover undresses Turning the last lamp light down What's that voice we're hearing? We should be sleeping Could that be someone who's weeping?
Maybe she's there Maybe there's nothing to see It's 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
