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 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.