And She Sits There By The Wall
Making Holes Where I Just Stood
And Her Hands They Touch Her Face
Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood
And She Holds On To A Memory
Of Something I Never Said
But She Still Can`t Quite Remember
If My Eyes Are Blue Or Dead
She`s The Mother Of Us All
She`s The Victim Of My Sadness
And The More She Tries To Know It
The More She`ll Never FIll It
She`s A Universal Emptiness
A Universal Emptiness
She`s A Universal Emptiness
And A Total Lack Of Faith
And I Saw Her Once Before
Down On Her Bended Knees
Through A Window Of The Church At Night
Confessing To The Broken Priest
She Is Holy, As All Women Are
And She Suffers Like A Saint
Yeah She Touched My Hand With Cruelty
But I Was Punished Far Too Late
She`s The Mother Of Us All
She`s The Victim Of My Sadness
And The More She Tries To Know It
The More She`ll Never FIll It
She`s A Universal Emptiness
A Universal Emptiness
She`s A Universal Emptiness
And A Total Lack Of Faith