And She Sits There By The Wall    Making Holes Where I Just Stood    And Her Hands They Touch Her Face    Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood    And She Holds On To A Memory    Of Something I Never Said    But She Still Can't Quite Remember    If My Eyes Are Blue Or Dead      She's The Mother Of Us All    She's The Victim Of My Sadness    And The More She Tries To Know It    The More She'll Never FIll It    She's A Universal Emptiness    A Universal Emptiness    She's A Universal Emptiness    And A Total Lack Of Faith      And I Saw Her Once Before    Down On Her Bended Knees    Through A Window Of The Church At Night    Confessing To The Broken Priest    She Is Holy, As All Women Are    And She Suffers Like A Saint    Yeah She Touched My Hand With Cruelty    But I Was Punished Far Too Late       She's The Mother Of Us All    She's The Victim Of My Sadness    And The More She Tries To Know It    The More She'll Never FIll It    She's A Universal Emptiness    A Universal Emptiness    She's A Universal Emptiness    And A Total Lack Of Faith