Window

Bear my head, my hand up high

Peace be still, I haven’t held it in a while

Like a kid, I sit and cry

I can’t say goodbye

I thought it would feel so old

Looking out from my childhood bedroom window

Outlines change

Is it still home?

It doesn’t feel so

Until I leave the fold

In a dream I spoke to you

Haven’t heard your point of view in several blue moons

Talk’s the same, cliches are doomed

Don’t think I missed you

Until I leave so soon

I can’t figure out, should I stay?

Split up into parts, meet halfway

Pieces never fit, can’t be okay

I should learn to hold my own weight

I can’t figure out, should I stay?

Split up into parts, meet halfway

Pieces never fit, can’t be okay

I should learn to hold my own weight

This city looks so bright, from the window

This city looks so bright, from the window

This city looks so bright, from the window

This city looks so bright, from the window