woman of custom

Woman of custom just severed ties
What 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 cast, 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 aout again
They jam in the memory like ancient remains