Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of sream
She pours a Daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fight for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fifhts for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours

And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has cought
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And she goes...
Nobody Knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love