Henrietta, Part 2 Songtext
von Kissinger

She latches up the suitcase she has packed inside her head
She calculates the mileage on the pad beside her bed
And when her mother′s clock is talking to the beat of her heart
She wonders how her shipwrecked bones were cast into this part

She cries it's hard to get up from beneath these sheets
They weigh a thousand pounds
They weigh a thousand pounds

The mission is impossible, the neighbors indiscreet
Her sister isn′t speaking and her mother long asleep
She keeps the number of a lover from seven years before
And near the madness of the morning she's reaching for the phone


You know it's hard to get up from beneath these sheets
They weigh a thousand pounds
They weigh a thousand pounds

He meets her at the station she is old and full of tears
But when she helps him take his belt off she is bold and full of beer
She is dizzy like a dancer. She is clumsy like a thief
He is drinking like a gambler. He is kneeling like a priest

And a ring slips from his finger to the purse beside the bed
But he is numb below the knees, above the waist and in the head
And now the stones have all been thrown and the tender words unsaid
He is wide awake and restless in a guilty motel bed

And when she wakes up to the housemaid, tangles in her hair
Staring at the ceiling, she knows he isn′t there

It′s hard to get up from beneath these sheets
They weigh a thousand pounds
They weigh a thousand pounds