Lyrics

The room is warm Thread on a table The old lady sleeps in a chair The lamp is dim Lace ties the curtains The scissors dangle down a hatch The tea's gone cold In her china cup The cat's curled up by the fire Behind the dog A persistent sleep She keeps a lifetime locked away Her mother's voice That goes through the past She cuts the roses to the ground A book is closed Her mouth slightly open The floorboards creak in the hall