Footsteps

Written by：Peters

So she walks into the room

Lays down on the couch

Uhhhhh uhhhhh

Goes and boils a pot of tea

Lift the lid

Drop the leaves

Uhhhh

So don't listen for the door

To open

Here in the city there's no way

Keeping track of all the cars

Uhhhhh

Outside it softly starts to rain

Greets her like the family cat

Holds her in the room like hands

Holding something made of glass

Quiet down my baby rest and just

Listen to me fall

Fall

She sits there for a long time

In the teeth of her mind

Oh I need to be alone with me

Somewhere in the country

Where there's no chance of hoping

For footsteps

Ahhhhhh

Ahhhhhh ohhhhh

Uhhhhh uhhhhh

Ahhhhh ahhh