Abigail's Ghost
Windows
Rainy SundayThere's a gray November in her eyesHopeful Monday Just the kind that cannot tell you liesBusy BackstreetAll alone she sits and dreams of youIn the backseatIt's the only place she feels renewedWith her toes curledShe writes down all the things she meant to sayIn her own worldCaught up in the shame of yesterdayLost for milesTakes her thoughts and throws them all awayRarely smilesIf I only knew I'd found a wayWith her toes curledShe writes down all the things she meant to sayIn her own worldCaught up in the shame of yesterdayOpen your window and let her come into your heartLetras de cancionesIn a white sheetBowed in bed she cries herself to sleepOn a cold streetOut the window in a lonely heapWith her toes curledShe writes down all the things she meant to sayIn her own worldCaught up in the shame of yesterdayOpen your window and let her come into your heart
From Letras Mania