Lyrics:

Gala hangs from the window frame dressed in black and whiteHer face is colourless in the moonlightShe turns around
and her lips move but the words just drop awayShe leans on the back of a chair and her arms begin to swayShe and I can hear
voices talking in the room next doorSaying things we used to say that we can't believe in any moreWe've seen too many cast
les crumble made too many innocent mistakesWho could have known that one house could hold so much heartbreak?And then the
clockbell rings the wind blows in -Gala makes for the door.Her eyes blaze and her hands are shakingShe opens her mouth and
ROARS! Gala doesn't want, Gala doesn't needShe claws at her face with her nails till it bleedsShe runs down the stairs in
her poor bare-feetShe's too woman to cry or go down on her knees then her mother is thereAnd her voice is soft she pulls G
ala closeShe soothes Gala's cuts and gently chidesAnd Gala knows...That Gala shouldn't worry she needn't be afraidBecaus
e there are sailors on the sea tonight in ships that God madeLook! They cast out the line with a