Cinderella Stay In My Arms Testo

is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn,

and my heart is heavy as I gaze upon

A cottage for sale

The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay,

Our beautifil garden has withered away,

Where you planted roses,the weeds seem to say,

A cottage for sale.

From every single window, I see your face,

But when I reach a window, there's empty space.

The key's in the mail box the same as before,

But no one is waiting any more,

The end of the story is told on the door.

A cottage for sale.


From: Lynncw@aol.com