I looked out the window today
Outside it was a staircase.
You were standing on it, looking at me.
I tried to catch your eye,
To motion you in, to break the silence.
But your eyes seemed like glass.
I started to cry, afraid we'd never connect.
It never ocurred to me
Until I saw you walk out the door
That you image reflected in the window
Was superimposed onto what was really outside
And you were actually right next to me all along.