I see her head suspended in a song,
In regretting her own face,
She gazes down at her task
With the winter wisping
Only five months away,
Reminding of itself
Through the dusty ceiling tiles,
Down
I see her head suspended in a song,
In regretting her own face,
She gazes down at her task
With the winter wisping
Only five months away,
Reminding of itself
Through the dusty ceiling tiles,
Down