She comes back to tell me she’s gone,
As if I didn’t know that…
As if I didn’t know my own bed,
As if I’d never noticed…
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead,
And she said losing love…
Is like a window in your heart,
everybody sees you’re blown apart.
Everybody sees the wind blow ,
and I see losing love…
It is like a window in your heart…
Everybody sees you’re blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow,
rage is what makes the wind blows.
And I may be obliged to defend.
Every love and every ending.
Or maybe there’s no obligations now.
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland or the Heaven hidden here.
She was more than I,
like the sandcorn in your eye…
I just want to lay down and close my eyes…
Just for the moment to rest and let it apear for the very first time,
and let others decide if you are wrong or passed over the side.