Gala (Unedited) (2002 Digital Remaster) - The Waterboys
Oh
Oh
Gala hangs from the window frame dressed
In black and white
Her face is colorless in the moonlight
She turns around and her lips move
But the words just drop away
She leans on the back of a chair
And her arms begin to sway
She and I can hear voices talking
In the room next door
Saying things we used to say
That we can't believe in any more
We've seen too many castles crumble
Made too many innocent mistakes
Who could have known
That one house could hold so much heartbreak
And then the clock bell rings
The wind blows in
Gala makes for the door
Her eyes blaze and her hands are shaking
She opens her mouth and roars
Gala doesn't want
Gala doesn't need
She claws at her face with her nails till it bleeds
She runs down the stairs in her poor bare feet
She's too woman to cry or go down on her knees
Then her mother is there and her voice is soft
She pulls Gala close
She soothes Gala's cuts and gently chides and
Gala knows
That Gala shouldn't worry she needn't be afraid
Because there are sailors on the sea tonight in ships
That God made
Look they cast out the line
With a heave two-three-four
And they sing as they pull
Our lost souls aboard