Windows

A gaping wound tells the story of it all
a man lost only to find
what was left of his mind?
with no hope of a scar at all
you say, “go slow”
but something’s right behind me
i can run away for only so long
it will not stop
i will come down
oh no
let me find my way
i’ll take you to the edge
go across that window
and i’ll carry you there
oh when nothing goes right
oh when days don’t come tonight
oh when all i see is the error of my own enemy
a man alone and cut and torn for it
his whole life friend after friend
they’re all a flash in the pan
with no hope of rejoice at all
let me find my way
(don’t be scared of what you might be thinking)
i’ll take you to the edge
go across that window
and i’ll carry you....