Kurt Elling Matte Kudasai
Still by the window pane Pain like the rain that's falling She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
When, when was a night so long? Long like the notes I'm sending She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair in her sad America
