The Window

The Window - Thrice

All that I know's within the walls of this room where there's a window

Roughly boarded up

It's true the gaps are patched but even through the tiny cracks

I feel the wind blow

I see a light it's strange as you

And there's nothing I can say

There's no way I can prove

That there's a place

Beyond this room

But still there's something in the way

The light comes shining through

And in the way

The curtains move

Late in the night I lay awake

My eyes fixed on the window

Swing my ears until

I thought

That I might have heard a song

Somehow hiding in the soft glow

All this time and never knew

And there's nothing I can say

There's no way I can prove

That there's a place

Beyond this room

But still there's something in the way

The light comes shining through

And in the way

The curtains move

I found a note scratched in the wall

In a pained and earnest scrawl

The hand I recognized was somehow mine already slight with dread

There's no wind and there's no light

There's no song in here at night

There's nowhere to hide we're terrified

It's all inside your head

Still there's something in the way

The light comes shining through

And in the way

The way the curtains move