On her bed she sits,
On her bed she waits,
On her bed she looks,
On her finger is nothing,
In her mind she thinks,
He's comin.

On her bed she sits,
In her hands is nothing,
In her pockets is nothing,
In her wallet is nothing,
In her mind she thinks,
It's comin.

On her bed she sits,
In her mind is her dream,
In her mind she believes,
It's not that far away,
But she doesn't bother to got,
Because,
In her mind she thinks.
It's comin.

On her bed she sits,
On the floor is her hair,
In her body things is slowing,
Less in less breaths everyday,
More and more coughing everyday,
In her mind she thinks,
It's comin.

On a bed she sits,
Outside, the world is moving on,
But to her things is still the same,
In her mind she thinks,
Where did I go wrong.