Voices from the world behind

Killed the child inside

As she stood in the dying light

Of her childhood, very nice

Birthday, celebration time

Like stains on her burning mind

She remembered the love inside

Of the small things that happen sometimes

She's alone in the freezing cold

Counting the islands in the clean sky

She's alone and she feels so old

Erasing the nightmare from her clean mind

Broken, is the word she lost

Between the thin lines

Of the book she read last night

In her dark room, no lights

It fits her, she's very nice in her black dress, she wears

Again she remembered the love inside

Of the small things that happen

Sometimes

She's alone in the freezing cold

Counting the islands in the clean sky

She's alone and she feels so old

Erasing the nightmare from her clean mind