Lyrics

Were she here now i think i would make coffee Just to hear the hum of good machines The sound of her voice seems to echo in the walls In the plaster and the paint Like a bee inside a jar Summer slips by in tattered old clothes Six seasons passed in cloudwatching Miracle plants that bloom in the winter and die in the spring I watch for her return Were she here now i think i'd make her coffee Or some other faux pas like before The sound of her breathing seems to echo in the walls In the plaster and the brick Like a bee inside a jar Summer slips by in tattered old clothes Six seasons passed in cloudwatching Miracle plants that bloom in the winter and die in the spring... And if i listen hard enough I hear her footsteps in the hall...