OTHER
MATTE KUDASAI
Still by the window pane
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 a 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
2018-02-15 | Posted in OTHER | No Comments »