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