Fatima Mansions (The)
Long About Now
Long about now she's heading homeBlack from the rain, burnt to the groundHer ashes will riseBlack butterflies flapping at my windowpaneShe'll want to rest with my desireAll the way to the endLighting my skies all up inside again[Limping?] summerLong about now she's heading home[Drown in?] the games that steal manLong about now she'll shrug and sighand meet me again
From Letras Mania