Fifteen keys hang on

Fifteen keys hang on a chain

The chain is joint

The chain is joint and forms a ring

The ring is in

The ring is in a woman's hand

She's walking on

She's walking on the dusty ground.

The dusty ground's a dead-end track

The neighbours won't be coming back

Fifteen gardens overgrown

Fifteen houses falling down.

The woman's old

The woman's old and dressed in black

She keeps her hands

She keeps her hands behind her back

Imagine what

Imagine what her eyes have seen

We ask but she

We ask but she won't let us in.

A key so simple and so small

How can it mean no chance at all?

A key, a promise, or a wish

How can it mean such hopelessness.

"A circle is broken", she says

"A circle is broken", she says.