Album: Loss Angeles (2004)

The Window


Sunday night you climb in through the window of my room
I left it open just for you
Something wrong
I hear it now
I see it in your eyes
I can feel it deep inside
Mary Lou keeps telling me that everything alright
Maybe she doesn´t realize
She wants to leave
And climbs outside into the cool night air
It seems she doesn´t even care
And every time I close my window
I remember this, that final kiss
Her shadow on the wall
I hate those city lights that stare into my room
They know my pain, led her astray
And still I hear their call