Randall Hylton
Room at the Top of the Stairs
She lives all aloneon a dark and windy streetin a room at the top of the stairs.She smokes cigarettesand stares at the wallnot knowing that my heart lives there.In the cool of the nightShe takes me insideAnd helps soothe my troubles and painshe's warm and she's sweetHer kisses leave me weep(?n)But she says she will never love againShe talks about the pastThe sorrow and regretShe cries about the grey in her hairI love her so muchBut she just won't believeThat any man alive could ever careI wish I'd been thereWhen she was a girlBefore love had treated her unfairShe wouldn't be so sadAnd she would not live aloneIn that room at the top of the stairs.She lives all aloneon a dark and windy streetin a room at the top of the stairs.She smokes cigarettesand stares at the wallnot knowing that my heart lives there.
From Letras Mania