Holly Cole - A Cottage For Sale

Love in a bungalow
High on a hill
That was the way we had planned it
Now it's a bungalow empty and still
Needing our love to command it

Our little dream castle with every dream gone
Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn
My heart is heavy as I gaze upon
A cottage for sale

The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay
Our beautiful garden has withered away
Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say
A cottage for sale

Through every single window, I see your face
But when I reach that window, there's empty space
The key's in the mailbox the same as before
No one is waiting for me anymore
The end of our story is told on the door
A cottage for sale

Through every single window, I see your face
But when I reach that window, there's empty space
The key's in the mailbox the same as before
No one is waiting for me anymore
The end of my story is told on the door
A cottage for sale
The end of my story is told on the door
A cottage for sale
The end of my story is told on the door
A cottage for sale