In the still of the night when the world is at rest br When all around is dead and there is no one to heal her heart br Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears br She cries not for him br She cries not for them br She cries for her heart br A pain from deep within br She is just another silent sigh and a wordless whisper br br In the still of the night when the world is at rest br When all around is dark and there is no one to dry her tears br Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears br She cries not for this br She cries not for that br She cries from her heart br A pain from deep within br She is just another lost and lonely soul without direction br br In the still of the night when the world is at rest br When all around is dead and there is no one to hear her cry br Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears br She cries not for joy br She cries not for laughter br She cries from her heart a pain from deep within br She is just another beautiful picture without colour br br In the still of the night when the world is at rest br When all around is dead and no one to feel her pain br Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears br Till day breaks and the lark does sing br Only then wipes away her precious tears br Then once again she puts on her painted smilebr br Lilac Winebr br