| Window
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| I wanna see the sun blow
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| I sit there and am still and just a shadow
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| Your memory is filling up my mind
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| Old town, you’re dancing to the drummer of a new sound
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| I shudder when I say it doesn’t bring me down
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| But seldom do I say a thing at all
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| And I never thought I’d seek a separate sunshine, no
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| But I get ashamed at things that should feel just fine, oh
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| So we sang a song about community
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| I only ever listen when I come and when I leave
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| But yeah I’m trying to drop this habit of always apologizing
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| This patterns is a trap, it’s agonizing
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| Only I will make it go away
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| So we can lift them
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| And focus on the moments that we live in
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| Leave apprehensions and the headaches that they’ve given
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| My heart beats, it has better things to say
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| So I won’t stumble as I follow down this path
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| Cause words that are spoken are just other things to have
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| And love you have given in your lifetime gives you back
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| I hope I remember to believe that |