Some been down four days, a pretty flower in a vase, a slipper by the fireplace, a
cool light in its gaze, some she's down the stairs, a morning elegant, she wears a sound
of water, makes her dream a walking pie, a cloud of steam, she pours a daydream in a cup,
a spoon of sugar, sweetens up, and she fights for her life as she floats on the coast, and
she fights 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 the thought she has caught by a thread, she prays for
the bread as she goes, nobody knows.
Some been down four days, a winter melody, she plays, the thunder makes her calm so late,
she hears a noise behind the gates, perhaps a litter, with a dog, perhaps a stranger, she
could love, and she fights for her life as she floats on the coast, and she fights 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 the thought she has caught by a thread, she prays for the bread as she
goes, nobody knows, nobody knows.
And she fights for her life as she floats on the coast, and she fights 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 the thought she has caught by a thread, she prays for her life on the train,
she fights for her life as she goes in a store, with the thought she has caught by a thread,
she fights for her life as she goes in a store, with the thought she has caught by a thread,
