Gala

Gala hangs from the window frame dressed in black and white

Her face is colorless in the moonlight

She turns around and her lips move but the words just drop away

She leans on the back of a chair and her arms begin to sway

She and I can hear voices talking in the room next door

Saying things we used to say that we can't believe in any more

We've seen too many castles crumble, made too many innocent mistakes

Who could have known that one house could hold so much heartbreak?

And then the clock bell rings, the wind blows in

Gala makes for the door

Her eyes blaze and her hands are shaking

She opens her mouth and roars

Gala doesn't want, Gala doesn't need

She claws at her face with her nails till it bleeds

She runs down the stairs in her poor bare feet

She's too woman to cry or go down on her knees

Then her mother is there and her voice is soft

She pulls Gala close

She soothes Gala's cuts and gently chides and

Gala knows

That Gala shouldn't worry, she needn't be afraid

Because there are sailors on the sea tonight in ships that God made

Look, they cast out the line with a heave two-three-four

And they sing as they pull, our lost souls aboard