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