What does she think of
That pretty girl in the windowsill
Eyes of emerald, bet my life heart of gold
It's tempting to hold her hand
That pretty girl in the windowsill
Smile is sad, all knowing
Such a fragile thing
That pretty girl in the windowsill
Can she talk words of beauty or sing a caged song?
It's tempting to hug her
That pretty girl in the windowsill
She holds broken glass, making her skinny fingers bleed
She's waiting for the wind
That pretty girl in the windowsill
She might be drowning, gasping for breath
In those flowing rivers
That pretty girl in the windowsill
She thinks she may go mad
Just like Ethel
To be shocked to the bone
The light has been found in
That pretty girl in the windowsill
Her light can be heard echoing
On the stars above
All because of the sunshine
She holds so dearly
That pretty girl in the windowsill
She says she'll always love him
But things must be done
Maybe paths will cross
In her unseen future
That pretty girl in the windowsill
For now she says her final goodbye
As he's holding the new in his arms
He'll Forever and Always have a place
In her heart
She'll keep her hope though for another time though
That pretty girl in the windowsill