There is a shadow over something that used to be a light
I was a window into something you didn't like
So you blamed it on me
And you thought it made you free
But that's not how it works, my love

Words hanging over from yesterday's ending thoughts
All strung together with the feeling I almost lost
So I wrote them all out
And it's you that they're about
And I almost sent it through

There are many ways you could have answered
But you didn't
I was waiting for some kind of sign
Signs fell on me

I was a, I was a window into something you didn't like
So you blamed it on me
And you thought it made you free
So I wrote all them out
And it's you that they're about
And I almost sent it through

I was a window, he said
I was a window, he said
I was a window, he said
I was a window, he said
I was a window, he said