The window you lean out of
As I walk down your stairs
Frames a fragile beauty beyond compare
Your slender hand is waving
A crooked wistful smile
I guess that I won’t see you
In ten thousand miles
Will you come and find me
I will fly to you
Wait for me baby
I’m coming back for you
Lean out your window, I’m coming back for you
I’ll lace our hands together
And trace your every scar
Beg for your forgiveness
You’ll say, “Maybe tomorrow”
Lean out your window