In the still of the night when the world is at rest
When all around is dead and there is no one to heal her heart
Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears
She cries not for him
She cries not for them
She cries for her heart
A pain from deep within
She is just another silent sigh and a wordless whisper

In the still of the night when the world is at rest
When all around is dark and there is no one to dry her tears
Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears
She cries not for this
She cries not for that
She cries from her heart
A pain from deep within
She is just another lost and lonely soul without direction

In the still of the night when the world is at rest
When all around is dead and there is no one to hear her cry
Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears
She cries not for joy
She cries not for laughter
She cries from her heart a pain from deep within
She is just another beautiful picture without colour

In the still of the night when the world is at rest
When all around is dead and no one to feel her pain
Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears
Till day breaks and the lark does sing
Only then wipes away her precious tears
Then once again she puts on her painted smile

Lilac Wine

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