Looking out of my window, when They Waiting for my visitor to come I My visitor to come home I can I can Waiting for my visitor to come I My visitor to come home Misty shapes on rainy days Reminding me of someone Turns into a crease Upon my own thinking Hard about nothing A silhouette of Something looking like My visitor will come I My visitor to come home
Music drapes My rainy days Reminding me of Friendly places Time is off my side And in my hands People may forget my name I forget how long I When they get here I can say I didn That you were coming Then they Of course we were sipping drinks And feasts alone Reminding me of empty tables Fit for kings of Empty things like me