Images of innocence
Coming through the prison walls
One fine day in England
Justice calls
Mary watches everything
In her living room alone
Televisions flickering
With the volume down
Everything is changing
In the outside world
There are signs of re-arranging
Softer spoken words
Here men talk in whispers
Of a woman or a girl
Things are only changing
In the outside world
Images of people
Turning power on its head
They walk across that danger zone
So many died or fled
Mary watches everything
In her living room alone
Televisions flickering
With the volume down
Everything is changing
In the outside world
There are signs of re-arranging
Softer spoken words
Here men talk in whispers
Of a woman or a girl
Things are only changing
In the outside world
Mary watches everything
She never heeds the bell
When the genuine and the curious ones
Come and ask if she is well
They talk and talk and hang around like everyday
Mary stays inside
Voices fade away
Everything is changing
In the outside world
There are signs of re-arranging
Softer spoken words
Here men talk in whispers
Of a woman or a girl
Things are only changing
In the outside world