Parasol - Tori Amos

When I come to terms, to terms with this

When I come to terms with this

When I come to terms, to terms with this

My world will change for me

I haven’t moved since the call came

Since the call came I haven’t moved

I stare at the wall knowing on the other side

The storm that waits for me

The Seated Woman with the Parasol

May be the only one you can’t betray

If I’m the Seated Woman with the Parasol

I will be safe in my frame

I have no need for a sea view

For a sea view, I have no need

I have my little pleasures

This wall being one of these

And the Seated Woman with the Parasol

May be the only one you can’t betray

If I’m the Seated Woman with the Parasol

I will be safe in my frame

When I come to terms, to terms with this

When I come to terms with this

When I come to terms with this whiplash

Of silk on wool embroidery

And the Seated Woman with the Parasol

May be the only one you can’t betray

If I’m the Seated Woman with the Parasol

I will be safe in my frame

And the Seated Woman with the Parasol

May be the only one you can’t betray

If I’m the Seated Woman with the Parasol

I will be safe in my frame

I will be safe in my frame

In your house, in your frame