They lived in our downstairs, the woman and her baby
he went away by the window and he come in the morning
the woman had brown sandals and a shirt with balls
I saw, she kissed a man on the road and the man caressed her baby and smiled
I listen in the stairs
in the front of their door
and the cried to her
cried to her
mom layed the boy in the kidcar, she come never back
at this evening, I heard a lonly heart beat
I listen in the stairs
in the front of their door
and the cried to her
cried to her
many weeks, nobody cried or walked away
I found some old CDs in the recycling bin, she listend to them alone
because the men had poems on the skin and he dreamed of his boy
he leaved always the door open and the lights on
I listen in the stairs
in the front of their door
and the cried to her
cried to her
I listen in the stairs
in the front of their door
and the cried to her
cried to her