All these yellow blurred lights
Faced to the cold and dirty walls
All together far and nice
All within her frozen look

Warm nice breakfast and filthy coffee
Came to take her from her woods
But can there be any excuses
For the behavior of this hurried world?

She's so far from this
She hears the sound of the broken wook
She is her own home
Left there all alone

All of her clothes are tied and clean
She is prepared to face their eyes
But when all the work is done
She returns home like nothing happened