Bonnie

Saturday was a good day for you to go

You've been falling in your own home

In a room with the curtains drawn

You can hear the telephone song

There are cars on the street below

There are people out there you know

And the phone is the final thing

That will make your falling ears ring

You came to me in dreams

Came to me in sleep

Shining in the dark

You were shining like a new star

I thought I say you wave

From inside a subway car

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at all

I thought I saw you run

Your red hair the colour of fall

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at all

You wave

You run

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at all

You wave

You run

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at all