Lyrics King Crimson – Matte Kudasai

Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that’s falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.

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.