The girl in the other room She knows by now There's something ain't know other fears Now she wears this thread bare She sits on the floor The glass press tight to the wall She hears murmurs low The paper is peeling Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling Baby be there Or maybe it's nothing at all As she draws lipstick smears on the wall The girl in the other room She powders her face And stares hard into her reflection The girl in the other room She ? Adjusting the strap of her gown She tosses her tresses Her lover undresses Turning the last night life down What's that voice we're hearing We should be sleeping Could there be someone who's weeping Maybe she's there Maybe there's nothing to see Just a trace of what used to be The girl in the other room She darkens her lash and blushes She seems to look familiar