Paroles de View From The Mirror
The room is warmThread on a table
The old lady sleeps in a chair
The lamp is dim
Lace ties the curtains
The scissors dangle from a hatch
The tea's gone cold
In her china cup
The cat's curled up by the fire
Behind the door
A persistent sleep
She keeps a lifetime locked away
Her mother's voice
That goes through the past
She cuts the roses to the ground
A book is closed
Her mouth slightly open
The floorboards creak in the hall
The tea's gone cold
In her china cup
The cat's curled up by the fire
Behind the door
A persistent sleep
She keeps a lifetime locked away
Her mother's voice
That goes through the past
She cuts the roses to the ground
A book is closed
Her mouth slightly open
The floorboards creak in the hall
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