In the night she walks a fraying tightrope
All the time she's thinking that there's no hope
She dips into the pockets of last nights dream
The world is not her oyster its just as it seems
Her thoughts are not of her but you
She steps into the satin room again
And she knows its not unusual
And she knows that words are just pretend
And she knows in time, forgotten minds might mend
She's tired and in the mirror she can see no face
She listens to a message of a time and place
The noises from the bedroom make her more alert
But somewhere in the mirror she can see the hurt
She drifts into the misty blue
Her thoughts are not of her but you
She steps into the satin room again
And she knows its not unusual
And she knows that words are just pretend
And she knows in time, forgotten minds might mend
She drifts into the misty blue
Her thoughts are not of her but you
She steps into the satin room again
And she knows its not unusual
And she knows that words are just pretend
And she knows in time, forgotten minds might mend
And she likes to think she's usual
And likes to think this its not the end
And she hopes in time her broken heart might mend