Still by the windowpane
Pain like the rain that's falling
She waits in the air, matte kudasai
She sleeps in a chair, in her sad America
When, when was the night so long?
Long, like the notes I'm sending
She waits in the air, matte kudasai
She sleeps in a chair, in her sad America
She waits in the air, matte kudasai
She sleeps in a chair, in her sad America
