Jam - Private Hell Lyrics
Closer than close - you see yourself -A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.As each day goes by - a little more -You cant remember - what it was you wanted anyway.The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,Is still there but unrecognizable -Private hell.The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -And seldom in - working late as usual.Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -Close your eyes and think of nothing but -Private hell.Think of emma - wonder what shes doing -Her husband terry - and your grandchildren.Think of edward - whos still at college -You send him letters - which he doesnt acknowledge.cause he dont care,They dont care.cause theyre all going through their own - private hell.The morning slips away - in a valium haze,And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.In the afternoon - the weekly food,Is put in bags - as you float off down the high streetThe shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -A victim of your misery - and private hellAlone at 6 oclock - you drop a cup -You see it smash - inside you crack -You cant go on - but you sweep it up -Safe at last inside your private hell.Sanity at last inside your private hell.
