Images of innocence   Coming through the prison walls   One fine day in England   Justice calls      Mary watches everything   In her living room alone   Televisions flickering   With the volume down      Everything is changing   In the outside world   There are signs of re-arranging   Softer spoken words   Here men talk in whispers   Of a woman or a girl   Things are only changing   In the outside world      Images of people   Turning power on its head   They walk across that danger zone   So many died or fled      Mary watches everything   In her living room alone   Televisions flickering   With the volume down      Everything is changing   In the outside world   There are signs of re-arranging   Softer spoken words   Here men talk in whispers   Of a woman or a girl   Things are only changing   In the outside world      Mary watches everything   She never heeds the bell   When the genuine and the curious ones   Come and ask if she is well   They talk and talk and hang around like everyday   Mary stays inside   Voices fade away      Everything is changing   In the outside world   There are signs of re-arranging   Softer spoken words   Here men talk in whispers   Of a woman or a girl   Things are only changing   In the outside world