Music: Jesse Harris
Where you been, Dolores?
Hiding in the trees?
Underneath the stairway?
Would you come back home, please?
Don't you hear your mother calling?
See the sun is going down?
It's getting dark, Dolores
But you don't make a sound
Dolores, Dolores
There's pain in your name
But I don't feel the same since you've gone
I must admit, Dolores
I thought that I could live without
Your cold yellow eyes
Your scratches and your cries
But I was wrong without a doubt
Dolores, Dolores
There's pain in your name
But I don't feel the same since you've gone
Is that you, Dolores
Staring through the glass?
Or am I just dreaming
Another dream that must pass?
Dolores, it won't be the last