Lyrics

Every morning she comes down the stairs
Drags a brush behind her she pulls it through her hair
She?s very rarely noticed she might not even be there
Every day at the morning meal she sheds a few tears to see how she feels
Wishes away emotions like bad memories
?Cos in her nights she couldn?t fashion anything try, try, try
In her days she wished that she had had some fun, through the night
Every morning she comes down the stairs
Drags a brush behind her she pulls it through her hair
She wallows through her breakfast meanders through her afternoon tea
By the evening she?s crying still
Sheds a tear to the floor and rips through the veil
The mystifying feelings aren?t there no more they?re gone