Marika stamped her feet saying "Hey, hey, listen to me"
A face she'd never meet saying "Hey, hey, listen to me"
Sitting in the kitchen light, prism crystal glass
Banking ledger overdrawn, a silent prayer as if to make it pass
Marika's days were spent thinking "Hey, hey, listen to me"
Her nights in argument thinking "Hey, hey, listen to me"
Running down the alleyway to catch the last Guignol
Calling names of cities and a life that she would never know
Late in the evening
Sorting what to keep
The box is in the bedsit
Her clothes all in a heap
Marika free at last singing "Hey, hey, listen to me"
All through her autumn passed singing "Hey, hey, listen to me"
Moving toward the telephone, dinner on the run
Spiral cord wrapped round her wrist,
Her table sold, a brand new day begun
Later in the evening
She found a missing key
The lock turned in her jewel box
And there some red wood beads for her to wear.