Her Name

In the house across the street There's a girl I'll never meet I've heard the whispers and the rumours of her life Like a record on repeat No one knows if she's alone she's always home I hear her phone ring when I walk by But I've never heard her voice One time I saw her in the window In a ballgown dancing through the halls She wasn't smiling though I saw the tears run down her face Just weeping as she gracefully twirled on I heard that once there was a fire Burnt her old home to the ground I heard her family died and since then all she's done is hide But maybe she just wants to be alone I heard she always keeps the doors and windows locked So that nobody can get in And I heard She's allergic to the summer so she sits inside and wonders How the heat feels on our skin Oh she's a beautiful mystery Her isolation brought her fame I know her better than I know anyone else but I I don't even know her name I know her better than I think I know myself but I I don't even know her name