Gala
Gala hangs from the window framedressed in black and white
Her face is colourlessin the moonlight
She turns around and her lips movebut the words just drop away
She leans on the back of a chairand her arms begin to sway
She and I can hear voicestalking in the room next door
Saying things we used to saythat we can't believe in any more
We've seen too many castles crumblemade too many innocent mistakes
Who could have known that one housecould hold so much heartbreak?And then the clockbell ringsthe wind blows in -Gala makes for the door.
Her eyes blazeand her hands are shaking
She opens her mouth and ROARS!Gala doesn't want, Gala doesn't need
She claws at her facewith her nails till it bleeds
She runs down the stairsin her poor bare-feet
She's too woman to cry or go down on her kneesthen her mother is there
And her voice is softshe pulls Gala close
She soothes Gala's cutsand gently chides
And Gala knows...That Gala shouldn't worryshe needn't be afraid
Because there are sailors on the sea tonightin ships that God made
Look! They cast out the linewith a "heave two-three-four"
And they sing as they pullour lost souls aboard
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