John stalks the corridors
Searching for a way out
No idea where he is
No idea how he got there
He did it all day yesterday
He'll do the same again tomorrow
He's my grandfather's cousin
But he doesn't remember me
He doesn't remember anyone
He used to be a coalman
You can still see the useless strength in his shoulders
Iris sits in her chair
The one they brought from home
Her body betrayed her and she had a fall
So now she lives here with John
They move her from the bed
To her chair
From her chair
To the bed
Her mind is still sharp
She doesn't miss a trick
She sits in her chair
The one they brought from home
She watches the birds
She watches the horses
She sits in her chair
The one they brought from home
And waits for the end to come
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