Sun been down for days, a pretty flower in a vase,
a slipper by the fireplace, cello lying 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 steam
She pours a daydream in a cup, a spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat
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 a thought she has caught 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