The Statue

It's just the beginning
There's no way to know
She thinks that she loves him
It may not be so

She feels so (...)
She feels so depressed
But would it make a difference
If she confessed


Chorus
And she thinks she knows what's going on
As the lines of the statue come into view
She hears the sound of the pounding hammer
She's forging something that's new


She's climbing a hill now
Hears a hiss in the grass
She's afraid there's a snake there
She's afraid now to pass

She's afraid for her own self
And for those that she loves
It could be just an illusion
It could be just what she's thinking of

Chorus

And to whom do you go to ask "Am I in love?"
Who is the one that can tell you?
How do you know when you look in her eyes
That she doesn't have something to sell you?

You can worship the statue
And the rest you ignore
There's nothing that's new here
She's heard it before

You can intertwine bodies
Without twining souls
Take your mind off the matter
When you're walking across the hot coals

Chorus

Nerissa Nields © 1989 Peter Quince Productions

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