She Has Faces

She has faces up in her bedroom

And they gaze down on her guarding her slumber

A black bead rosary under her pillow

And when it thunders she clutches it tightly

And she hears silence is white and sound is black

The world is wrapped in a paper sack

And when I leave I close the door

To this galaxy of yours

Dropping by I open a window as the breeze blows in

The curtains are butterflies

And we hear the church bells ring out on a hill

And all of their echoes left us singing

Silence is black, the room is bright

Our world is basking in TV light

We are laid out on the floor

Of this galaxy of yours

With all of your heroes waiting

In paper piles laid on the floor

And I push my paintbrush lightly

And fill in any empty nail holes

A dresser top, a jewelry box

Colored tassels tied in knots

And a porcelain girl danced

A music box ballet for us

And your night light is a star, or a firefly

That leads my gaze up to the ceiling

Wondering if you think that it's the sky

With all of your heroes waiting

In paper piles laid on the floor

And I push my paintbrush lightly

And fill in any empty nail holes

Open the window slightly

And pick up paper off the floor

And I hold my paintbrush tightly

And fill in any empty nail holes

Open the window slightly

Open the window slightly

Open the window slightly

Open the window slightly

Open the window slightly