Soft pitter patter, music on my window,
Soothing sounds in nature found.
She serenades me every time I hear the wind blow,
Her gentle whisper, heard all around.

And I pretend to have a friend,
That talks to me most every night.
I hear her sing, my weeping lover,
And in my bed I hold her tight.

Awake at last I face the day,
My lover gone,
She never stays.

I sleepwalk sunlight,
Craving dusk and night,

And I only wish for days to end,
To lay beside my love again.