Låttexter: David Sylvian. Emily Dickinson.

She was no longer a user
Don?t think she realized we knew that
Not one to make a fuss
Why this and not something else
Wasn?t it obvious?

She made such a hash of it
You can?t help but notice
And a absence of tenderness
And who wants to live like that?

And friends turn their backs on her
She no longer a user
And she wanted to stay home
With a box full of postcards
And no place to send them
Live like Emily Dickinson
Without so much as a kiss
Or the comfort of strangers
Withdrawing into herself

But why this?
And not something else