Sitting all alone
Staring out the window the wind blows
But she’ll never know
The world outside of her grandmother’s home
Pale and thin as a ghost
Winds up the metronome
Delilah, delilah
Too young to die like a spider
Delilah, delilah
Hung from piano wire
Delilah, delilah
Too young to die like a spider
Delilah, delilah
Hung from a piano wire
Practicing her scales
Dreaming about him though she can’t go
Wishing the ivories
Were the keys to her jail to no avail
But when everything fails
She kicks over the pail
Delilah, delilah
Too young to die like a spider
Delilah, delilah
Hung from a piano wire
