A Room Lives In Lucy (w S H Jones)

I hear voices from another morning

And in the sunlight I feel the room grow

Windows, white curtained and smooth walls

But the night leaves her on the floors

Of a mansion hall

And the feet on the floors

I must get up off the floors

Off the floors... off the floors....

In Lucy lives a room, inside

I feel someone's waking in my room again

She says she's leaving

But she will never go

Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves

She's stretching but she cannot reach

The pale flowers

Watching their petals fall

Like the rain

How it rains... how it rains...

In Lucy lives a room, inside

There are a lot of nice places we could go

There are such a lot of nice places we could go

There are so many beautiful places

I've seen them somewhere

But where is it we go

With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood

And the gentle laughter swirls round the room

And she's gone

In Lucy lives a room