She lives all alone

On a dark and windy street

In a room at the top of the stairs

She smokes cigarettes

And stares at the wall

Not knowing that my heart lives there

In the cool of the night

She takes me inside

And helps soothe my troubles and pain

She's warm and she's sweet

Her kisses leave me weep

I love it when she touches my face

She talks about the past

The sorrow and regret

She cries about the grey in her hair

I love her so much

But she just won't believe

Any man alive could ever care

I wish I'd been there

When she was a girl

Before love had treated her unfair

She'd not be so sad

She'd not live alone

In that room at the top of the stairs

In that room at the top of the stairs