Solklart bästa låten på skivan, helt ofattbart att den inte fick bli singel. Handlar förmodligen om en stum flicka som blivit våldtagen.
Your poor witness - crying so loudly on the floor
Oh, but she´s only trying to tell you what it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you what it was that she saw
Now see her standing on the table with her small arms flailing
And you feel such compassion in your soul...
...for your mute witness - still testing the strength of our patience
Oh, well, she´s only trying to tell you what it was that she saw
She´s only trying to tell you what it was that she saw
Now see her pointing to the frisbee with a memory so fuzzy
And her silent words describing the fright of last night
4 AM Northside, Clapham Common - oh God, what she was doing there?
Will she sketch the answer later - well, I will ask her
Now dry your tears, my dear
Oh-ah-ah-ah, oh-ah-ah-aaah, oh-oh-ah-ah, oh-ah-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-aaah...
Now se her mime in time so nicely, it would all have been so clear
If only she had never volunteered - "Your taxi is here, my dear"
Oh-ah-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-ah, oh-ah-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-aaah...oh-ah-ah-aaah
Oh-ah-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-ah, oh-ah-ah-aaah, oh-ah-ah-aaah...oh-ah-ah-aaah
Oh-ah-ah-aaah...