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
She hears
Silence is white and sound is black
Your 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
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 paper off slightly
And fill in any empty nail holes

Dresser top, jewelry box
Collar tassels tied in knots
And a porcelain girl
Dance to music box ballet for us
And your nightlight 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 paper off slightly
And fill in any empty nail holes
Open the window slightly
And pick up paper off the floor
And I hold my paper off tightly
And fill in any empty nail holes

Open the window slightly
Open the window slightly
Open the window slightly
Open the window slightly