She felt a pinprick and opened her eyesShe felt a pinprick and opened her eyesAwake now she wonders what day it isShields the eyes from the glare of the lightAlone in the gloom her roomThe precious haze lifting up from her headShe wracks her brain for some scraps of memoryJust to know if she is alive or deadShe's aliveAliveAnd sometimes when her mind has clearedShe'll look into the mirrorAsks herself who is that, and who cares?Who cares?She felt a pinprick and opened her eyesShe felt a pinprick and opened her eyesAnother day slips away looking for a fixAnother foot steps away across the lineBack in the gloom of her tombSheds a tear looking back on her lifeCooks a spoonful of death in a waking dreamNo one's there when she whispers goodnightGoodnight