Il testo della Slow chorale

Youre so young, i never thought youd stare that hard
From the window panes that sit across the same backyard

The ribbon floats, you saw it from the quicker glance
She took it off, or maybe it just slipped away

Leave him alone, he is in a bad way
Hes had the worse luck
Its all that i could name of it
Cause she packed her bags and drove over the state line
A miracle inside of her, was made against the stairway