Timothy's monster

The wind blows the hair from your face
while you're waiting
by this fortunately July, sunny day
I see from the look in your eyes that you're worried,
will he come today

You won't be here tomorrow morning, but you said that yesterday as well,
I'd better see you here all summer,
waiting for the one who went away

You wear a dress, it's the one you've been wearing,
cause that's the one, that he said he liked.
And maybe tomorrow he'll be returning, and all will be allright

You won't be here...