All The Windows Are Playing Their Game
Where I Won't See Outside Again
Til I Write All The Fog Away
I'm Putting Words In Their Place
Between Me And The Window's Pane
From My Inarticulate Brain
But All Of The Fog Is Erased
When I Write All The Words That I Never Said
To You
Now The Impulse Won't Go Away
"distracted By Something?" You'd Say
Cause You Don't See Anything
It's Just Between Windows And Me
Wait Til It Rains Again
And I Write All The Words That I Never Said
To You
Will You Try To Read These Lines?
Focus Hard And Give It Time
Who You Are In My Life
Reads As The Water Washes
Now The Dirt On The Window Is Showing
I Should Have Drawn Something Instead
The Dirt On The Window Is Showing
I Should Never Have Written My Head
I Should Never Have Written What I Never Said
To You