Lyrics:

Still, by the windowpane
Pain, like the rain that's falling
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America
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
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America