作词 : Ian 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 Looking outward through my pain Looking through my window pane See her face turn into rain 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 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 Looking outward through my pain Looking through my window pane See her face turn into rain Then so quickly she stand up, crouches low, prepares to jump Quite properly, pretends she's in gym shooting a basketball Floating downward through the air, remembering the state of her hair She falls, and nobody hears it at all Looking outward through my pain Looking through my window pane See her face turn into rain Yes, dawn coming through the rain, it has washed her mind away I went ahead and made my bed, nothing really need by said But she is dead You can have it cause I don't want it If you want it you can have it I can't take it, I'm falling, I'm calling Please, please help me, please help me.
作词 : Ian 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 Looking outward through my pain Looking through my window pane See her face turn into rain 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 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 Looking outward through my pain Looking through my window pane See her face turn into rain Then so quickly she stand up, crouches low, prepares to jump Quite properly, pretends she's in gym shooting a basketball Floating downward through the air, remembering the state of her hair She falls, and nobody hears it at all Looking outward through my pain Looking through my window pane See her face turn into rain Yes, dawn coming through the rain, it has washed her mind away I went ahead and made my bed, nothing really need by said But she is dead You can have it cause I don't want it If you want it you can have it I can't take it, I'm falling, I'm calling Please, please help me, please help me.
