And outside the window autumn is knocking on our door againAnd outside the window autumn is knocking on our door again
Rage, the anger of a woman incomparable with nothingRage, the anger of a woman incomparable with nothing
And outside the window autumn is knocking on our door againAnd outside the window autumn is knocking on our door again
Rage, the anger of a woman incomparable with nothingRage, the anger of a woman incomparable with nothing