Woman of custom just severed ties   What had never changed had always died so   Suddenly she's opened eyes that   Fill with tears and come alive   Her stifled love sleeping forever was   Unaroused like changeless weather   And little chance that she was ever   Going to smash the precious measure      She never lived with pain, fear or anger   Windowless and tame like a precious stone langoured   A heart enchained, willing to surrender   But now if storms would only blow   She could really feel the roll.      Those years of sleep, all waking dreams   Unpeopled places on painted screens   And diffused in subdued streams   Her life was cost, traditional schemes.      She never lived with pain, fear or anger   Windowless and tame like a precious stone langoured   A heart enchained, willing to surrender   But now if storms would only blow   Then she could really feel the roll   She could really feel the roll.      "A hunger that lasts can have no pain"   It's just these words that don't explain.   Eaten alive and spat out again   They jam in the memory like ancient remains.      Woman of custom just severed ties   What had never changed had always died so   Suddenly she's opened eyes that   Fill with tears and come alive.