Is she coming home, I'll leave the light on

but through times and space she'll go

if she's coming home she won't tell me

and I wonder if I should know

wonder if I should feel something

wonder if I should know but it's dark in here

tip-toe softly do not wake her

as she sleeps so very slow

dim the light on her day-dream

but her dreams you'll never know

see her fading dress and frame it's colours

for a memory you'll long to know

drape the covers in her bedroom

but life freezes with melting snow

ah...is she coming home