Maggie
She don't know me, but she knows my face
From a photo by the flower vase
So I'll introduce myself again and again... patience...
Maggie, rise up through the oak trees
And waltz in halls of dead kings
Just for peace of mind, I'm hoping you were right
I hear the humming of the birds outside
I hear the singing of florescent lights
What a way to end a faithful life
What a thing to take from someone who, someone you love
Maggie, rise up through the oak trees
And waltz in halls of dead kings
I dressed her up likе she probably did for me (This is my brave facе)
Two strangers in a room with a long history (This is my brave face)
Maggie, rise up through the oak trees
And waltz in halls of dead kings
And reclaim dusty attics
Then there'll be no more maybes
Just for piece of mind, I know you were right