[Verse 1]
She sits on a window sill
Looking down, it's quite a thrill
Imagery, imagining what is it like to be dead
She walks out upon the ledge
Searching for the living end
She wonders, wondering just what has changed in her head
[Chorus]
Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my window pane
See her face turn into rain
[Post-Chorus 1]
She prepares her face at last
Taking off the piece of glass
Wrapped 'round her eyes
She doesn't cry
She's very young and very bright to die
[Verse 2]
Then so quickly she stands up
Takes her shoes off in a lump
She lays them down, lately she has drowned
Checks to see her room is neat
Making sure her clothes are clean
Dying, death in dirty clothing puts you down
She sits on a window sill
Looking down, it's quite a thrill
Imagery, imagining what is it like to be dead
She walks out upon the ledge
Searching for the living end
She wonders, wondering just what has changed in her head
[Chorus]
Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my window pane
See her face turn into rain
[Post-Chorus 1]
She prepares her face at last
Taking off the piece of glass
Wrapped 'round her eyes
She doesn't cry
She's very young and very bright to die
[Verse 2]
Then so quickly she stands up
Takes her shoes off in a lump
She lays them down, lately she has drowned
Checks to see her room is neat
Making sure her clothes are clean
Dying, death in dirty clothing puts you down
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