he hounds are running in the alley-way below underlining all her sins across the alley there is a rented room there is a girl I watch I watch her yellow cotton curtains the tiles are black and white why are you home early? is this another one of those nights? straighten up the lilacs straighten up your hair over to the mirror what do you see there? you know why he is living on a separate street away from you usually you can forget but tonight the hounds they get to you the hounds are running in the alley-way below.... underlining all her sins magnets in the mirror usually you croon but tonight you are no beauty in your rented room he knows why he is living on a separate street away from you usually he can forget but tonight the hounds they get to him the mirror shows a man in a chair she sees him sway he's falling to the floor his lines they crack away who is this man? you know him you know him you know him his being is your being his scent is on your skin his mind is on your mind his breathing is your breathing so she goes to her own chair I see her sway she's falling to the floor her lines they crack away she shatters on the tiles like the mirror that she shatters like the mirror that she shadows the street it's night it's dark I cannot see too well but a fog descended on her room that much I can tell and every drop of water drew salts across her soul, Lord and every bead of water made the beaded bodies roll a cat stopped by to listen 'til her breathing ceased to toil and on a separate street well, that man he ceased to moil yellow dawn is yellowing now I can see the girl now I can see her face on the tiles I see her curled breeze - it blows the curtains across the wayward tiles across the sleeping ones on separate streets - I have to smile they still will not understand why they awaken so new but their sleep was close to...holy my darlings we're watching over you across the alley there is a rented room there is a girl I watch I watch her I watch I watch her We watch We watch her