I stand here by the window in my little white dress,
Wondering how we got into this mess.
I stand here by the window in my little white dress,
Hoping someday you might save me from my distress.

I stand by the window with my long brown hair,
The strands you used to twirl with such care.
I stand here by the window with my long brown hair,
I wonder if you still have any love to spare.

I stand here by the window with my glass of red wine,
I wonder where you drew that defining line.
I stand here by the window with my glass of red wine,
I hope that when you left you saw my tears shine.

I stand here by the window with my heart held in my hand,
I was there to answer every call, question and demand.
I stand here by the window with my heart held in my hand,
You left me here to cry and mourn exactly where I stand.