private hell lyrics – face to face

closer than close – you see yourself –
a mirrored image – of what you wanted to be.
as each day goes by – a little more –
you can’t remember – what it was you wanted anyway.
the fingers feel the lines – they prod the sp*ce –
your ageing face – the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable –
private h*ll.
the man who you once loved – is bald and fat –
and seldom in – working late as usual.
your interest has waned – you feel the strain –
the bed springs snap – on the occasions he lies upon you –
close your eyes and think of nothing but –
private h*ll.
think of emma – wonder what she’s doing –
her husband terry – and your grandchildren.
think of edward – who’s still at college –
you send him letters – which he doesn’t acknowledge.
’cause he don’t care,
they don’t care.
’cause they’re all going through their own – private h*ll.
the morning slips away – in a valium haze,
and catalogues – and numerous cups of coffee.
in the afternoon – the weekly food,
is put in bags – as you float off down the high street
the shop windows reflect – play a nameless host,
to a closet ghost – a picture of your fantasy –
a victim of your misery – and private h*ll
alone at 6 o’clock – you drop a cup –
you see it smash – inside you crack –
you can’t go on – but you sweep it up –
safe at last inside your private h*ll.
sanity at last inside your private h*ll.

/ face to face lyrics