Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Tuesday's on the phone to me She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wanders By the banks of her own lagoon Sunday's on the phone to Monday She said

To disappear (Disappear) (Disappear) There's a moth on my window seal And it came to die alone Through the pain of the pouring rain I gaze into the storm And I imagine I'm the son of a man Who will hold me close and near

And here's to the dawn of their days. Sweet Sir Galahad Came in through the window In the night when The moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his And shook the long hair From his neck and he told her She'd been working much too hard.