Let me inside you,
Into your room.
I've heard it's lined
With the things you don't show.
Lay me beside you,
Down on the floor.
I've been your lover
From the womb to the tomb.
I dress as your daughter
When the moon becomes round.
You be my mother
When everything's gone.

And she will always carry on.
Something is lost
But something is found.
They will keep on speaking her name.
Some things change,
Some stay the same.

Keep beckoning to me
From behind that closed door.
The maid and the mother
And the crone that's grown old.

I hear your voice
Coming out of that hole.
I listen to you
And I want some more.
I listen to you
And I want some more.

And she will always carry on.
Something is lost
But something is found.
They will keep on speaking her name.
Some things change,
Some stay the same.

BTW, I used to cut myself when I was at high school - there, I've finally admitted it in public! (Explaining why I cut myself will be much more difficult than merely admitting that I did it).