24 Hours
And She Sits There By The Wall

Making Holes Where I Just Stood

And Her Hands They Touch Her Face

Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood

And She Holds On To A Memory

Of Something I Never Said

But She Still Can't Quite Remember

If My Eyes Are Blue Or Dead

She's The Mother Of Us All

She's The Victim Of My Sadness

And The More She Tries To Know It

The More She'll Never FIll It

She's A Universal Emptiness

A Universal Emptiness

She's A Universal Emptiness

And A Total Lack Of Faith

And I Saw Her Once Before

Down On Her Bended Knees

Through A Window Of The Church At Night

Confessing To The Broken Priest

She Is Holy, As All Women Are

And She Suffers Like A Saint

Yeah She Touched My Hand With Cruelty

But I Was Punished Far Too Late

She's The Mother Of Us All

She's The Victim Of My Sadness

And The More She Tries To Know It

The More She'll Never FIll It

She's A Universal Emptiness

A Universal Emptiness

She's A Universal Emptiness

And A Total Lack Of Faith