when i come to terms to terms with this
when i come to terms with this
when i come to terms to terms with this
my world will change for me
i haven't moved since the call came
since the call came i haven't moved
i stare at the wall knowing on the other side
the storm that waits for me
then the seated woman with a parasol
may be the only one you can't betray
if i'm the seated woman with a parasol
i will be safe in my frame
i have no need for a sea view
for a sea view i have no need
i have my little pleasures
this wall being one of these
when i come to terms to terms with this
when i come to terms with this
when i come to terms with this whip lash
of silk on wool embroidery
then the seated woman with a parasol
may be the only one you can't betray
if i'm the seated woman with a parasol
i will be safe in my frame
i will be safe
in my frame
in your house
in your frame
