Текст песни
Seven windows filled the kitchen wall.
Then your knot came late in August.
After all, I crossed the last day out,
Drew the line firm and slow.
Not to part in all the waiting, not to hardwood I now know.
I crossed the last day out, just agreed.
You stood there with your hat, hillb level in both hands.
I saw years of torture, what a promise, not a demand.
You saw the rose of pencil stacked above my empty chair.
You reached to turn the page,
Then your knot came late in August.
After all, I crossed the last day out,
Drew the line firm and slow.
Not to part in all the waiting, not to hardwood I now know.
I crossed the last day out, just agreed.
You stood there with your hat, hillb level in both hands.
I saw years of torture, what a promise, not a demand.
You saw the rose of pencil stacked above my empty chair.
You reached to turn the page,