She's waiting for me in the attic.
She's been there since I can remember.
A shadow, lingering in wait
For me to make the choice to seek her.
I never do.
When I choose, I choose wrong
And sometimes I can't choose at all.
I fill the day with shiny things that fill the room with light.
Maybe this way the shadow will go away.
But when the light's gone and it's quiet,
I can hear the sand falling and
Her footsteps in the attic.
She's waiting for me in the attic,
She's been there since I can remember
A shadow, lingering in wait
For me to make the choice to seek her.
I never do.
When I choose, I choose wrong
And sometimes I can't choose at all.
I fill the day with shiny things that fill the room with light.
Maybe this will cast the shadow away.
But when the light's gone and it's quiet,
I can hear the sand falling and
Her footsteps in the attic.
(I made a small tweak to the original).
She's waiting for me in the attic.
She's been there since I can remember.
A shadow, lingering in wait
For me to make the choice to seek her.
I never do.
When I choose, I choose wrong
And sometimes I can't choose at all.
I fill the day with shiny things that fill the room with light.
Maybe this way the shadow will go away.
But when the light's gone and it's quiet,
I can hear the sand falling and
Her footsteps in the attic.