Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that's falling.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus:
She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.