Squinting at the Sun

She's the genie with no lamp She's frightened in the dark No-one knows about her and they never let her out And in the street, the girls play kiss and run In their bare feet, squinting at the sun Genie's locked into a world No love, no light, no sound The spell is spun, the damage done It's too late when she's found And in the street, the girls play kiss and run In their bare feet, squinting at the sun I hear her whimpering I hear her whimpering I hear her whimpering She's been there for thirteen years It's hard to understand Someone's guilty secret Has been getting out of hand