Story Behind The Song

This song was actually the first song written by Lisa A Swain over 30 years ago. While writing a letter to a friend these words took over and seemed to write themselves as if the young woman's ghost wanted to tell her story and Swain's hand was just the conduit she used to tell it through. The lyrics sat in an old notebook collecting dust until Swain met the right people to bring it to life. Drew Campbell, her long time co-writer, composer, and multi-instrumentalist was just the perfect person to lay compose and arrange the amazing music that supports the haunting words, while Anna Rea's haunting vocals tie it all together.

Song Description

A young prostitute sings about her life and what led her to take up that profession. Her heartbreaking tale takes a turn when she can no longer live in an empty, hopeless world so she takes her own life.

Lyrics

Verse I
Staring out the window
I see the shadows of the moon
Sadly they're just deep, dark scars
Still it's haunting, beautiful
Wakened from my reverie
By hurried voices
In the next rented room
Where there lies a different girl
A lost soul, like me
Fated to live in this dark world
Or cease to be

Bridge
So in pretty, painted faces
Each night we sing

Chorus
Hey Mister
Don't you want to love me
I can pretend I'm loved by you
You can hold me for an hour
If you wish
Your fantasies come true

Verse II
Come the dawn of morning
I feel empty and all alone
In the mirror, a stranger
Who wishes she could go home
Lipstick and mascara smeared
Salt black tears slide down
Last night's rose colored cheeks
I cry for the me long gone
A girl pure and free
Sacrificed in dirty sheets
She ceased to be

Mid Eight
There's an ache in a childhood stolen
Magic dies when we're in pain
Forced to grow up too soon
Unseen scars remain

Bridge II
So in pretty, painted face
Others will sing

Chorus II
Hey Mister
Don't you want to love me
I can pretend I'm loved by you
You can have me for an hour
If you wish
Your fantasies come true
But not me, not me
My mind is broken, my body used
No, not me, not me
I can no longer live this ruse

Verse III
I mourn the girl I was
And my ability to trust
Stolen by a savage hand
Ravaged by a monster's lust
No desire to live this life
I plan my escape
A sad smile, one last pill
At last I can slip away
Leave this world behind
A baby is born to take
My emptied space

Ending
I'll bless it in our passing
Place a precious kiss to its face
Wish it a life of love and God's grace