I wonder what she is thinking,
As she's sitting next to me,
Although her eyes are open,
And she's staring at the sea.
She's lost in contemplation,
As her hair hangs to the ground,
I wonder, is she praying?
Is she making any sound?
Be still.
What is swimming through her mind
As she sits alone?
As beautiful as silence,
And as quiet as a stone.
I wonder where she's heading,
When she goes back into town.
Who does she relate to
When she puts her money down.
Be still, let the darkness fall upon you.
Be still, be still, let the darkness fall upon you.
Be still, be still, let the darkness fall upon you.
Her eyes are dark as berries,
And her skin is a charcoal brown,
She gazes into the future
And to where the sun goes down.
To where the night is falling
On a lover or a friend
Somebody's beginning
Is just someone else's end.
Be still, let the darkness fall upon you.
Be still, be still, let the darkness fall upon you.
Be still, be still, let the darkness fall upon you.
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- Robyn Hitchcock
- The Man Upstairs
- Love From London
- Tromsø, Kaptein
- Propellor Time
- Goodnight Oslo
- I Often Dream Of Trains In New York
- Shadow Cat
- Eye
- Black Snake Diamond Role
- Respect
- Miscellaneous
- Perspex Island
- Storefront Hitchcock
- Storefront Hitchcock: Music from the Jonathan Demme Picture
- I Often Dream of Trains In New York (Live)
- I Often Dream of Trains
- I Wanna Go Backwards
- I Wanna Go Backwards Box Set
- Sex, Food, Death, and Tarantulas