Windows

Yeah... Oh, If you count every word I say Over again you might find a way Seven verses to magnify Drop the feather for you will never fly Tapestries of black and gold are crying Looking through the windows I am watching you as you go by Down a wave of fire Your pale skin can't turn any whiter Grant a wish, sing a bitter tune Never stops to forget you've seen Tapestries of black and gold are crying Looking through the windows I am watching you as you go by Walk along a lonely mile Saw a bird falling at my feet Crawling like a wounded child Moving farther out of reach I want to be alone now Come on, come on, come on, hey If you count every word I say Over again you could find a way Seven verses that magnify Drop the feather for you will never fly Tapestries of black and gold are crying Looking through the windows I am watching you as you go by