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, 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.