Lisa - Seven

Rain pours down on the small cottage in the forest\nWind rattles the windows\nThree rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots\nIn the morning Lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday’s meal\nDoes anybody wonder how does Lisa feel\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone\nThe steam of the bread rises up from the small chimney\nLisa has pale thin skin, black hair,\nA brown, knee-length dress cover her tired and meek body\nThe worm fingers are black from the oven\nand the palms are witheres by the garden.\nDoes anybody wonder how does Lisa feel\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone\nLisa cooks, cleans, potters, around, sleeps and cries.\nNobody knows she exists, only the wind enters her house.\nLisa is alone, must thst be or where does belong is Lisa’s world?\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nWhy is Lisa so alone, I don’t know\nI don’t know\nI don’t know\nI don’t know\nI don’t know\nI don’t know