carol masters (demo 1)

she sits by the window

stares into the night

just waiting for a foreign sound from the outside

far beyond the atmospheres

she is listening for a call

to take her homewards to herself

oh

i love you so

he who's master of the eyes of chance won't harm you in the morning

she knows that the pavement's hard

there between the stars

to travel on to martian-homesick-city

she is weeping silently

but there's not a tear

just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling

the dance of the foraging bee will number all the things

she has been longing for since she was young

i will not pass this night in vain"