Kurt Elling. The Gate. Matte Kudasai. Zeneszám
Still by the window pane
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 a 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
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 a 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
The Gate
Elling, Kurt
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