A Room Lives In Lucy W S H Jones lyrics

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