Inside her silver house, alone
She sings a song
Of water turned to sand
She waits, her time is her own
Inside her looking glass
Black is the color she sees
While waiting for the sun
She lives, so patiently
Young man travelling along
Passes by a window
Singing a song
Feel the wind blow
As my blood flows
Through the shadows
Of my soul, today
See the rainbows
As my love grows
My heart knows
What my mind won’t say
The living is easy
I’m born to be free
The living is easy
There’s no reason to explain
Sitting in her sitting room, patiently
She waits for a change, suddenly
Oh, the changes come
Hearing a song, her blood begins to flow
She no longer is alone
Lying in her sitting room, silently
He touches her hand, joyfully
And so love has begun
With joy in her heart
She receives his flowing soul
And love grows
And it grows
And it grows
Inside her purple house
Oh lord, filled by her man
A child begins to grow
Oh lord, who can understand |
