I stoop to see on the other
side, on the other side of the wall
I pull myself together, no hope today, it's raining outside
You see the marks on the floor and never rub them off
On the other side of the wall
A bricked up doorway at the top of a great marble staircase
The light passing through the bricks ends up on the wall
On the other side of the wall
The sun burns your wall
papers, the plaster on
Your cellings is coming unstuck and crumbles on the floor
You see the marks on the floor and never rub them off
A little girl is looking at me and her sadness hurts me