Washed out in the stillness of the night She's left searching Once again love's promise has been broken And he snores indifferently to the rhythm of her breathing As she lights a cigarette and waits for morning Light years apart, they lie both together Like a child caught playing with matches She's been burned again by fire And she knows she's been betrayed by her own imagination The cigarette keeps burning as she curses her desire.
And she thinks She's the only one who's lonely And she wants the world to feel sorry And she's trapped Within her own self pity And she asks: will anybody love me.
And on the radio an old song sings Suggesting that love is why we're living As she turns the station fast.
She looks down at her lover A friend of a friend of a stranger As if his mouth might breathe an answer And she knows she's getting older The emptiness controls her And the smoke curls round her fingertips Like question marks in time The sun plays with the windows As the man wakes up beside her Silences are awkward as he reaches for his clothes And as he leaves She feels suspended, invaded and rejected The cigarette is ended That's how her story goes
And on the radio a new song sings Suggesting that love is why we're living Ironically she laughs As she turns the station fast She's given up on giving Washed out in the stillness of the night She's left searching