In the warm room. Her perfume reaches you. Eventually, you'll fall for her. Down you'll go. To where the mellow wallows. . In the warm room. She'll touch you with your mamma's hand.
It's been such a long week. So much crying. I no longer see a future. I've been told when I get older. That I'll understand it all. But I'm not sure if I want to.
Somewhere a door is opening. Somewhere a door is closing. Somewhere somebody dies. Somewhere a newborn baby cries. . Maybe the love has gone. But there's still a heart that's beating.