I watch her through revolving doors
Through the windows of trains
On the stairway to the second floor
On crowded street covered with rain
She rushes by and I call out her name
Somehow she disappears
So I wait for her by the cafe light
Where strangers meet
At the end of the night
And I wait for her to come to me
The girl in the orange sweater
She accidentally took my seat
Pulled off her white gloves
I was captured by the look on her face
A masterpiece of beauty and grace
Just travelers passing the time
So I wait for her by the cafe light
Where she missed her train and we talked all night
And I wait for her to come back to me
The girl in the orange sweater
The girl in the orange sweater
And when I close my eyes I see
A cold and lonely world if she's not there with me
And I wait for her to come back to me
The girl in the orange sweater

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN