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 someones waking in my room again She says shes leaving But she will never go Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves Shes 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 Ive 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 shes gone In Lucy lives a room
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