Staring through an open window Is what I like to do I watch all life trickle by When I am without you
I sit beside your picture frame And watch you look at me I wish that I could rescue you From the glass and make you free
You'd stand there in front of me In the middle of my bedroom floor You'd reach your arms out to touch me Just like you did before
I attempt to grasp this image before me This brief glipse of history My heart weeps for you as you disappear And leave my prescence with a faint memory
Staring through an open window Is what I have to do Otherwise my life trickles by When I am without you