There's a whisper at the window I don't know what it is Maybe it's the sound of the wind in the azaleas Matt's away on business And he calls me on the phone But it's hard to get to sleep at night when I'm alone I pull the sheets around me And I hear the sound again Maybe it's the sound of the wind in the azaleas And when I was young I used to leave a note upon my bed And it said, "Dear Mister Robber Man Don't shoot me and my sister dead" I double locked the door downstairs I do the same each night And I turned out the light I turned out the light I'm sure I turned out the light The lights are on at number five
They've been on for days and days It's the middle of the afternoon in August And Billy Marshall checks the porch Sees the mail has not been read And someone's cut off all the azalea heads Matt's on television and he's looking quite distressed He says he cannot understand The kind of man who would have done this He says he didn't call on Tuesday 'Cause he was working long hours And now she's lying Now she's lying Now she's lying like the azalea flowers There's a whisper at the window I don't know what it is Maybe it's the sound of the wind in the azaleasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
