Still Standing At Your Back Door - Taxi Taxi!

I’m all covered up in rain

and snow,

and around my legs

plants are growing up to

my thin neck

slowly choking me, while I’m watching him

from his garden where I stand still

he walks to the door,

then exciting heartbeat

the sea is cold

the weather is soft

waves are low

he’s ready to go

I’ve been standing at your backdoor

I’ve been standing at your backdoor

And thought I knew arms in

witch I wanted to cry

and i have found a hair,

in witch,

witch I wanted to hide

the past few years I’ve been dry, waiting cold

waiting round for him to, make me whole

now the grass is growing higher

stronger is the stream

he has packed his bags,

leaving all my of dreams

I have a book, in which I write about him

what he’s eating, who he is meeting

whar he is wearing

when he’s sleeping

I’m still standing at your backdoor

I’m still standing at your backdoor

I’m still standing at your backdoor

I’m still standing at your backdoor