Sitting all alone
Staring out the window the wind blows
But sheâ? ll never know
The world outside of her grandmotherâ? 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 canâ? 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