كلمات Martha

Martha, Martha I'm taking back the things I left behind Martha, Martha You can't take back the things that you can't find I didn't notice you until They put you up on a pedestal Instead of there on my window sill I know it will be a bitter pill Martha, Martha Look behind you there's an open door Martha, Martha But you can't lift your wings up anymore I didn't realize I knew A part of me is a part of you And once it's gone, it's gone for good I knew it would be gone for good