In the sunset on a hill I see the silhouette.
Not of a single shape, but of two.
Acting as one in the golden light,
that bled in tight slivers between their love.
They let the world stand behind them,
and of this I did not mind them.
After all it was me,
that was atop the hill.
As far as I could see the other figure,
I had to hesitate, the face being so far off,
the contour being all I could translate.
Without a second guess or thought in my chest,
I knew just who it was that settled on that hill,
as if it were fate, or something to which it may relate.

Everyday I jump out my window,
as if to say something unusual.
But it wouldnt be out of the ordinary,
to say what I have to say though.
And what it is,
is that I carry with me a heart.
One oh so full of feeling.
It wouldnt be worth stealing what you own,
or atleast thats what I've always heard,
but for me it was what I sure did need.
Now my patch has been sewn and cured.
After all I have my baby back.
Felt like such a long long time.
But it would seem that a lack of eyes,
is what made me see for the first time,
in quite a while.
Not like there was a disguise,
just couldnt get over that old rhyme.

Days bloom a sorry malaise.
Night is just as awful,
projecting frightful sights.
Still I trudge onward,
destination unknown.
These events, I don't mean to judge.
Just that the wind has blown hard,
hard like a hurricane on a land it has slain.

I recall when,
I felt like nothing,
in anything at all.
I was a shoe,
without a foot.
Never anywhere,
did I ever stay put.
But now, somehow.
I feel so right,
like a owl at night.
I found where I belong,
a place I can know,
all along this was it.
Now I'm a man,
with a face to show.

Darling, don't wipe those tears on your sleave
give me an hour or so
and I'll make your heart believe
that there is no place
in which our love can't go
and then there will be no more tears,
in their place will be a smile on your precious face

Window, Window, Window.
You show me all the places that I go.
You show me scenes I don't know.

It's like you let my eyes travel outta my head,
this open view into the images of reality.
Now don't feel too wonderful,
after all you can't show me what I have seen,
on the T.V. screen.

She comes,
and she goes.
She comes,
and she goes.
And I just seem to stay,
in the same exact place everyday.
While she goes off to see the carnival show.
A life full of joy.
Cotton candy, stunt performers, and trippy tents.
Won't you please soften the blow?

She comes,
and she goes.
She comes,
and she goes.
Spin the ghost of time around,
like a revolving door.
What has this all been for?
All the days bought and spent,
wonder just where those kisses went.
Hope they leave home before the Sun will glow.
And the stars hide behind it's rays.
And fall into false days.
Won't you please soften the blow?

She comes,
before she goes.
And before she comes,
she dances beautifully on her toes.
She's alone and she's cool.
She's enough to make you feel a fool!
Words being said.
Flightless birds sitting in bed.
Wonder if she will go,
or if she will stay.
Guess I won't know until a day oh so far away.
Wont't you please soften the blow?