She come from a hostile place

Bruises on her pretty face

Travel to a foreign land

Married to a foreign man

The ocean's blue and the weather's nice

But life is far from paradise

She picks up a magazine

And she's turned on by what she sees

Close the door and shut the blinds

She's about to ease her mind

Thoughts of peace and happiness

Travel to her finger tips

He comes home to rest his head

He walks upstairs to go to bed

He hears her moaning through the door

He goes downstairs into the drawer

He sees a box and takes it out

Then aims the gun into his mouth

She hears a bang and she runs downstairs

To see her husband lying there

Close the door and shut the blinds

She fights off tears and dries her eyes

Thoughts of peace and happiness

They're all gone gone

In just an instant