The Girl In The Other Room - Diana Krall

The girl in the other room

She knows by now

There’s something in all of her fears

Now she wears it threadbare

She sits on the floor

The glass pressed tight to the wall

She hears murmurs low

The paper is peeling

Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling

Maybe they’re there

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 stifles a yawn

Adjusting the strap of her gown

She tosses her tresses

Her lover undresses

Turning the last lamp light down

What’s that voice we’re hearing?

We should be sleeping

Could that be someone who’s weeping?

Maybe she’s there

Maybe there’s nothing to see

It’s 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