On these vacant streets of nightfall Try to fool myself, I dont know where Im going And these gutters that Im walking The reflection of a thousand windows glowing Some are laughing, some are crying Some are yawning as I quickly pass them by Something moving back behind I hear a bumping, or a sneeze, sometimes a sigh All those windows, pretty windows Each contain their private dramas I just pass outside just glancing up in vain The flowers grow in boredom And the curtains hang to mock me Is there not a chance that i might venture in? Instrumental Break But the empty windows of your eyes The shades are down to block my gaze within Your door is shut and boarded up I stand in silence shivering in the rain And the wind that bangs a garbage can Just echoes insults deep within my tortured soul It says move on ye barefoot boy There are no windows here for you. The minutes whisper time for you to go All those windows, pretty windows Fading back into their hallways I just stand outside and watch them both in vain The paint just peels in boredom And the cobwebs hang to mock me Is there not a chance that I might venture in? Instrumental Outro
window, boredom, mock, venture, vain