She hides a gun to the root of a tree She hides a thought to the root of her dream And when she speaks, through her sleep I hear it all, every secret, hidden so deep How to make an old man And three women appear out of a wall How to make white stains vanish from a pall ♪ Old people gather there by the moonlight They have a special plan to make things right No one saw her disappear No one saw her disappear No one saw her disappear No one saw her disappear In that room there is broken glass on the tables Atmosphere curious and obscure Waiting, sensual The deepest, deepest allure She went through the death-door No one saw her disappear She went through the death-door Down to earth, through rebirth She went through the death-door Bells ringing, choir singing She went through the death-door Corpse rotting on the killing floor No one saw her disappear No one saw her disappear No one saw her disappear No one saw her disappear