Letras
She hides a gun to the root of a tree
She hides a thought to the root of her dream
And when she speaks, through her sleep
I hear it all, every secret, hidden so deep
How to make an old man
And three women appear out of a wall
How to make white stains vanish from a pall
Old people gather there by the moonlight
They have a special plan to make things right
No one saw her disappear
No one saw her disappear
No one saw her disappear
No one saw her disappear
In that room there is broken glass on the tables
Atmosphere curious and obscure
Waiting, sensual
The deepest, deepest allure
She went through the death-door
No one saw her disappear
She went through the death-door
Down to earth, through rebirth
She went through the death-door
Bells ringing, choir singing
She went through the death-door
Corpse rotting on the killing floor
No one saw her disappear
No one saw her disappear
No one saw her disappear
No one saw her disappear