Nobody sees her here, her eyes are slowly closing.
If she should want some peace, she sits there, without moving,
and puts a pillow over the phone.
And if she feels like dancing no one will know it.
Giving herself a chance there`s no need to show her how it should be.
She can`t remember now when she was all in pieces.
She`s quite content to sit there listening to what he says.
How he didn`t like to be alone.
And if he feels like crying she`s there to hear him.
No reason to complain and nothing to fear, they always will be...