He watches the world turn from his window.
He sees the beauty as the trees bloom, and dance with the wind.
Birds sing and fly freely. It's a gentle place he thinks. A warm smile on his face. Despite all it's hardships, all the ugliness and turmoil it holds, it's still beautiful.
It seems like the world is miles away from him.
Every now and then, he lets out a few tears, but does his best to stay humble. He wants to run through the meadows, swim in the oceans, climb the highest mountains, but the I.V. in his arm simply won't let him.
He watches the world from his window.
Just wishing he could be a part of it.

Call me a *******, cause I can't stay away.
I'm captured in the pain, the agony of love.
It's gnawing at my heart, and has been since the start.

Call me a sinner, cause I'll never be a saint.
The church has nothing left for me.
You are my religion and you're crawling in my veins.
You surely aren't an angel, at least not the kind with wings.
Still I'll always follow, the broken path you lead.

Call me a hypochondriac, I simply can't resist.
You suffocate me softly when you whisper in my ear.
Now I'm terrified that our first kiss will be my end.
You toy with my emotions, now my heart is caving in.

Our love is like poison.
Tragically, it's sweet.
I can't get enough, and it brings me to my knees.

When I caught a glimpse of you, I barely could believe.
You sat there on my porch as if to be my sign.
And when our eyes locked, you didn't fly away.
Is it injured? Is it real?
These were my first thoughts.
Even as I opened the door, and stepped towards you, beautifully you held your perch.
You're the bird they love to hate.
Your beauty they can not see.
Dark, smart, and misconstrued.
They say that you're an omen, but I can see that you're my guide.
To the crow outside my window, you're always on my mind.
To the crow outside my window, you're really just like me.

She asked me to hold her.
I was confused at first, and wanted to ask why.
But then I saw the sadness, the sadness in her eye.
We were dealt different cards, but we both got losing hands.
I took her in my arms, and you know I held her tight.
Until the crack of dawn,
through her darkest night.