Diana Krall

The girl in the other room
She knows by now
There's something ain't know other fears
Now she wears this thread bare
She sits on the floor
The glass press tight to the wall
She hears murmurs low
The paper is peeling
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
Baby be there
Or maybe it's nothing at all
As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
The girl in the other room
She powders her face
And stares hard into her reflection