Images of innocence Coming through the prison walls One fine day in England Justice calls Mary watches everything In her living room alone Televisions flickering With the volume down Everything is changing In the outside world There are signs of re-arranging Softer spoken words Here men talk in whispers Of a woman or a girl Things are only changing In the outside world Images of people Turning power on its head They walk across that danger zone So many died or fled Mary watches everything In her living room alone Televisions flickering With the volume down Everything is changing In the outside world There are signs of re-arranging Softer spoken words Here men talk in whispers Of a woman or a girl Things are only changing In the outside world Mary watches everything She never heeds the bell When the genuine and the curious ones Come and ask if she is well They talk and talk and hang around like everyday Mary stays inside Voices fade away Everything is changing In the outside world There are signs of re-arranging Softer spoken words Here men talk in whispers Of a woman or a girl Things are only changing In the outside world