The Woman Inside

The woman inside she taunts you

Through a face you recognise

The voice it is strong it is strident

Makes you believe your own eyes.

She talks in strange incantations

Quite often speaking in tongues

Yet she calls with the air of a nymphet so fair

Her tone it sounds so young

But the woman inside, she's a stranger

And she beckons with a siren call

For the outside it looks so familiar to you.

Inside its just an empty hall

She looks as though she is listening

Skill she can no longer learn

As the embers of old conversations unfold

(and) remain in her heard as they burn

The woman shes anticipating

As the clock ticks inexorably on

Forgetting for what she is waiting again

He moment once more, its gone.

But the woman inside, she's a stranger

And she beckons with a siren call

For the outside it looks so familiar to you.

Inside its just an empty hall

For the outside it looks so familiar to you.

Inside its just an empty hall