Across the Border

Her Own Private Hell

In the shadow of a place she no longer observes
Lurks the thoughts and the actions of her past
Where the ever seeing eye cannot penetrate
Her thinking where the dye was cast

No-one so far can fathom her out
No-one so far touched a chord
Sitting aloof in her own private Hell
Waiting for a call from the Lord

It started in her youth or so she was told
By her only friend willing to stay
But that friendship failed the same as the rest
As sure as night turns to day

No-one so far can fathom her out
No-one so far touched a chord
Sitting aloof in her own private Hell
Waiting for a call from the Lord

I tried to dive in to her unfathomable mind
But the pressure just kept me afloat
What I thought was a chink in the armour she wore
Was the disappearing hem of her coat

No-one so far can fathom her out
No-one so far touched a chord
Sitting aloof in her own private Hell
Waiting for a call from the Lord

I cannot believe she wanted this life
Dancing to the tolling of the bell
To travel this Earth and not to be loved
Takes her one step closer to Hell

No-one so far can fathom her out
No-one so far touched a chord
Sitting aloof in her own private Hell
Waiting for a call from the Lord

(Jameson/Rowley)