Carol's fascinated, both attracted and repulsed
telephone, reluctant, visits to the doorway, her neighbors, the stairs
Through a distorted peephole outside movements freeze all, her [bad word] cold
She doesn't move, she doesn't move, she doesn't move... Carol

Carol's solace from day madness is the flat she shares with her sister
Her bedroom is a cave, the bed sheets are chains
Brigher days [bad word]  nice people [bad word] 
Hard screams the corridor, pictures flicker through her mind
The doorway in and out, there's tension all about, her [bad word] cold
Her sister has a boyfriend, they're making love when day ends
She doesn't move, she doesn't move, she doesn't move... Carol