Private Hell - текст песни
Private Hell
Closer than close - you see yourself - A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more - You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your aging face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat - And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but - Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing - Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college - You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care, They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze - And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food - Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host to a closet ghost A picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery and - Private Hell.
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - You see it smash - inside you crack - You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell. Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
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