She Has Faces The Verve Pipe

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
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
And we are laid out on the floor
Of this galaxy of yours