Bonnie

Saturday was a good day for you to go

Youve been falling in your own homeIn a room with the curtains drawn

You can hear the telephone songThere are cars on the street below

There are people out there you know

And the phone is the final thing

That will make your falling ears ringYou came to me in dreams

Came to me in sleep

Shining in the dark

You were shining like a new starI thought I say you wave

From inside a subway car

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at allI thought I saw you run

Your red hair the colour of fall

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at allYou wave

You run

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at allYou wave

You run

Like it was nothing at all

Like it was nothing at all