there she is - demo (take 06)

Painted in the distance, there she is
so far that one can't even see her face
longing for a lover, there she is
so blinded by the things that she can't see
Singing in the silence of the trees congratulated by the falling of the leaves
and the long cold whistles of the wind
She doesn't know
if she really wants his company
And when days are gray, just like this one
it gets so lonely she can't think of what to do
Craving for the love of her old dreams
she knows that it will never be the same
yet there she is
And it gets late, past the hours of the calling of the witches
She'd like to know
If she really needs someone to take her home
Yet there she goes