Matte Kudasai (Letra)
Still, by the window pane…
Pain, like the rain that’s falling…
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…
She waits in the air Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
She waits in the air Matte Kudasai…
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
