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.
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.
