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    the hounds are running in the alley-way below
    underlining all her sins

    across the alley
    there is a rented room
    there is a girl
    I watch I watch her

    yellow cotton curtains
    the tiles are black and white
    why are you home early?
    is this another one of those nights?

    straighten up the lilacs
    straighten up your hair
    over to the mirror
    what do you see there?

    you know why he is living
    on a separate street away from you
    usually you can forget
    but tonight the hounds they get to you

    the hounds are running in the alley-way below....
    underlining all her sins

    magnets in the mirror
    usually you croon
    but tonight you are no beauty
    in your rented room

    he knows why he is living
    on a separate street away from you
    usually he can forget
    but tonight the hounds they get to him

    the mirror shows a man in a chair
    she sees him sway
    he's falling to the floor
    his lines they crack away
    who is this man?
    you know him you know him you know him

    his being is your being
    his scent is on your skin
    his mind is on your mind
    his breathing is your breathing

    so she goes to her own chair
    I see her sway
    she's falling to the floor
    her lines they crack away
    she shatters on the tiles
    like the mirror that she shatters
    like the mirror that she shadows

    the street it's night it's dark
    I cannot see too well
    but a fog descended on her room
    that much I can tell

    and every drop of water
    drew salts across her soul, Lord
    and every bead of water
    made the beaded bodies roll

    a cat stopped by to listen
    'til her breathing ceased to toil
    and on a separate street
    well, that man he ceased to moil

    yellow dawn is yellowing
    now I can see the girl
    now I can see her face
    on the tiles I see her curled

    breeze - it blows the curtains
    across the wayward tiles
    across the sleeping ones
    on separate streets - I have to smile

    they still will not understand
    why they awaken so new
    but their sleep was close to...holy
    my darlings
    we're watching over you

    across the alley
    there is a rented room
    there is a girl
    I watch I watch her
    I watch I watch her
    We watch We watch her