The night is grey and feeble
Just like her - it's much too late
Just like her - she looks into the mirror
The little wrinkles are not sitting well on her
Too pale, too plump - she thinks and cries
But just a little - just a little
A little eye shadow
And some kajal
Slightly accented lips
But just a little
Then a glass of wine - or two
That should do the trick
Because restlessness is spreading
She knows that - all too often
The skirl of the bell - rude awakening
But she is paralyzed
Nerves are tearing apart
Her mouth is dry - breathless silence
Hear heart skips a beat
Once she was prettier
Once she was so strong
How could that happen?
All things runnable - she thought
All things runnable
She cannot
Oh, she can't
Just like her - it's much too late
Just like her - she looks into the mirror
The little wrinkles are not sitting well on her
Too pale, too plump - she thinks and cries
But just a little - just a little
A little eye shadow
And some kajal
Slightly accented lips
But just a little
Then a glass of wine - or two
That should do the trick
Because restlessness is spreading
She knows that - all too often
The skirl of the bell - rude awakening
But she is paralyzed
Nerves are tearing apart
Her mouth is dry - breathless silence
Hear heart skips a beat
Once she was prettier
Once she was so strong
How could that happen?
All things runnable - she thought
All things runnable
She cannot
Oh, she can't