Matte Kudasai

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