I see your face
The key's in the mailbox, the same as before
A cottage for sale
I see your face
The key's in the mailbox, the same as before
But no one is waiting for me anymore
Our beautiful garden has withered away
There's an empty space
But when I reach a window
The end of our story is told on the door
But when I reach a window
Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say
From every single window
But no one is waiting for me anymore
The end of our story is told on the door
A cottage for sale
The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay
There's an empty space
A cottage for sale
From every single window
And my heart is heavy as I gaze upon
