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Jane Siberry

Genres: Pop

Angel Voyeur Lyrics - Jane Siberry

The hounds are running in the alley-way below 

Underlining all her sins 

Across the alley, there is a rented room 

There is a girl, I watch, I watch her 

 

Yellow cotton curtains, the tiles are black and white 

Why are you home early? Is this another one of those nights? 

Straighten up the lilacs, straighten up your hair 

Over to the mirror, what do you see there? 

 

You know why he is living on a separate street away from you 

Usually you can forget, but tonight the hounds, they get to you 

The hounds are running in the alley-way below 

Underlining all her sins 

 

Magnets in the mirror, usually you croon 

But tonight, you are no beauty in your rented room 

He knows why he is living on a separate street away from you 

Usually he can forget, but tonight the hounds, they get to him 

 

The mirror shows a man in a chair, she sees him sway 

He's falling to the floor, his lines they crack away 

Who is this man? You know him, you know him, you know him 

His being is your being, his scent is on your skin 

His mind is on your mind, his breathing is your breathing 

 

So she goes to her own chair, I see her sway 

She's falling to the floor, her lines, they crack away 

She shatters on the tiles, like the mirror that she shatters 

Like the mirror that she shadows 

 

The street, it's night, it's dark, I cannot see too well 

But a fog descended on her room, that much I can tell 

And every drop of water drew salts across her soul, Lord 

And every bead of water made the beaded bodies roll 

 

A cat stopped by to listen till her breathing ceased to toil 

And on a separate street, well, that man, he ceased to moil 

Yellow dawn is yellowing, now I can see the girl 

Now I can see her face, on the tiles, I see her curled 

 

Breeze, it blows the curtains across the wayward tiles 

Across the sleeping ones on separate streets, I have to smile 

They still will not understand why they awaken so new 

But their sleep was close to holy, my darlings, we're watching over you 

 

Across the alley, there is a rented room 

There is a girl 

I watch, I watch her, I watch I watch her 

We watch, we watch her 

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