p.2. A Cottage For Sale
From every single window
I see your face,
But when I reach a window
there's empty space
The key in the mail-box, the same as before
But no one is wait - ing for me any-more
The end of our story is told on the door....
A cottage built for me and you
will never be a dream come true
The leaves are on the ground, all the shades are down,
it's a cottage for sale.