The Window

All that I've known's within the walls of this room where there's a window Roughly boarded up It's true the gaps are patched but even through the tiny cracks, I feel a wind blow I see a light of strangest hue

And there's nothing I can say There's no way I can prove That there's a place Beyond this room But still, there's something in the way The light comes shining through And in the way The curtains move

Late in the night I lay awake With my eyes fixed on the window I strained my ears until I thought That I might have heard a song Somehow hiding in the soft glow Old as time and ever new

And there's nothing I can say There's no way I can prove That there's a place Beyond this room But still, there's something in the way The light comes shining through And in the way The curtains move

I found a note scratched in the wall In a pained and earnest scrawl The hand I recognized was somehow mine I read each line with dread There's no wind and there's no light There's no song you hear at night There's nowhere to hide, be terrified It's all inside your head

But still, there's something in the way The light comes shining through And in the way In the way the curtains move