I’m staring out my second story window.
Watching life as it passes me by.
I could use the balcony, but this suits me just fine.
The sun begins on one side and ends on the other side of my window.
Winter ghosts and ravens roam the frosty streets below.
From here I can see the search party, seeking for my hollow soul.

I’m staring out my second story window.
Taking notes on life as it passes me by.
I could cross the English Channel for you,
But I remember we have nothing left to say.
You were the sunlight to my every dark night.
Desire is a word I’ve long forgotten.

I’m staring out my second story window.
Free from life as it passes me by.
There are no chains here, just free will.
I only write to you, to see the words sit on my window sill.
From here, I can see time means nothing.
Time is broken.
The darkness is my friend, and the world is full of things never spoken.