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
You have my heart. And we'll never be worlds apart. Maybe in magazines. But you'll still be my star. Baby, 'cause in the dark. You can't see shiny cars. And that's when you need me there. With you
