[Verse 1]
Fifteen keys hang on
Fifteen keys hang on a chain
The chain is joined
The chain is joined and forms a ring
The ring is in
The ring is in a woman's hand
Who's walking on
Walking on the dusty ground

[Chorus]
The dusty ground's a dead-end track
The neighbours won't be coming back
Fifteen gardens overgrown
Fifteen houses falling down

[Verse 2]
The woman's old
The woman's old and dressed in black
She keeps her hands
Keeps her hands behind her back

[Chorus]
The numbers painted on the doors
Posters of the locked up church
I think of how life would have been
We ask but she won't let us in
A key so simple and so small
How can it mean no chancе at all?
A key, a promise, or a wish
How can it mean such hopеlessness?

[Outro]
"A circle is broken", she says
"A circle is broken", she says