Neighbors come, into our kitchen
Bring finger rolls, pastry and consolation
I take off the plastic wrap
And my tears fall
Low down low
I walk room to room
They don't feel right yet
You left your car keys, pocketbook, and cigarettes
I prop your pillow and pull the shades
Low down low
No tomorrow coming down
It's coming down low
Wall clock pendulum
Swings slow and heavy
Sun crawls in I gotta make myself ready
Black dress with pearls hanging on the door
Low down low
Artist: Timeflies
Artist: Pain Of Salvation
Artist: Eugenio Finardi