Inside her silver house, alone 
She sings a song 
Of water turned to sand 
She waits, her time is her own 

Inside her looking glass 
Black is the color she sees 
While waiting for the sun 
She lives, so patiently 

Young man travelling along 
Passes by a window 
Singing a song 

Feel the wind blow 
As my blood flows 
Through the shadows 
Of my soul, today 

See the rainbows 
As my love grows 
My heart knows 
What my mind won't say 

The living is easy 
I'm born to be free 
The living is easy 
There's no reason to explain 

Sitting in her sitting room, patiently 
She waits for a change, suddenly 
Oh, the [bad word] 
Hearing a song, her blood begins to flow 
She no longer is alone 

Lying in her sitting room, silently 
He touches her hand, joyfully 
And so love has begun 
With joy in her heart 
She receives his flowing soul 
And love grows 
And it grows 
And it grows 

Inside her purple house 
Oh Lord, filled by her man 
child begins to grow 
Oh Lord, who can understand