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Yes, she looks for me . . . good.Let her look for me to tell me why she left me . . .As I always knew she would.I had thought she understood.They have never understood, and no reason that they should.But if anybody could . . . Finishing the hat, how you have to finish the hat.How you watch the rest of the world from a windowWhile you finish the hat.Mapping out a sky, what you feel like, planning a sky.What you feel when voices that come through the windowGo until they distance and die,Until there's nothing but sky.And how you're always turning back too lateFrom the grass or the stick or the dog or the lightHow the kind of woman willing to wait's notThe kind that you want to find waitingTo return you to the night, dizzy from the height,Coming from the hat,Studying the hat,Entering the world of the hat,Reaching through the world of the hat like a window,Back to this one from that.Studying a face, stepping back to look at a face,Letras de cancionesLeaves a little space in the way, like a window,But to see . . . it's the only way to seeAnd when the woman that you wanted goes,You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give."But the woman who won't wait for you knowsThat, however you live, there's a part of youAlways standing by, mapping out the sky,Finishing a hat . . .Starting on a hat . . .Finishing a hat . . .Look, I made a hat . . . Where there never was a hat! From Letras Mania