LIFE IN THE BROWN STONES

She rides the elevator, with a cigarette in her hand
and when you shake her sweaty hand, she‘s got that unsteady look
lately her skin got pale and so did her charm,
whatever happened to that girl, she lost the fire in her eyes

her heart seems to be broken, and her self-esteem is too.
but broken hearts need to be held

it seems like her tongue is tied, and she can’t ask for anything
you can smell the smoke in her hair, you can see it on her fingernails
she lives in the brown stones on the edge of town
served by her mother‘s love, even though she‘s a mother, too

but she couldn‘t find the time to save her little son
to show him that there is much more to live for,
the problem is she couldn`t recognize it for herself
so she don‘t know what to tell,
but who is to blame? and who is to blame?

some say you can see the child in the eyes of a happy man
but how much do you lose in one single day when you haven‘t laughed
whatever happened to that girl, she lost the fire in her eyes

but from time to time you see a little smile on her face,
and sometimes you can hear her laugh
her heart seems to be broken, and her self-esteem is down
but broken hearts need a heplin‘ hand.

but who is to blame? and who is to blame? but who is to blame? and who is to blame?