Matte kudasai (por favor, espera)

Matte kudasai

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 was a 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.