Picture This - Beastie Boys

Something on the windowsill

Caught her eye and held her still

The cars pass by outside

Nowhere left to hide

Picture this now crystal clear

Nothing left to hold her here

And creeping up meanwhile

Traces of a smile

Something on the windowsill

Caught her eye and held her still

The cars pass by outside…

Eyes open wide to see if I could fly…

Something on the windowsill…

Something on the windowsill…