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 the 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.