Looking at the window
You come into my room
Cuddling with you
In the dark
As trust begins to bloom

Knocking at my window
I see you crouching there
It's late at night
You slide inside
And gently stroke my hair

Tapping at my window
A pillow in your hand
Soon stained dark red
And damp with tears
You're best in all the land

Food left at my window
You try to apologise
I eat it up
And it's enough
To ignore all our goodbyes

Banging at my window
You think we still belong
You're furious that
I start to know
Something's clearly wrong

Rocks thrown at my window
And once again I'm scared
Your fingers wrap
Around my throat
But I no longer care

Police are near my window
Because I finally gave up hope
No more trying for
A guy who keeps me
Treading slowly on tightrope

Nobody's at the window
But still I feel your eyes
Such a shame
That none of us
Predicted our demise.