Window - Madison Cunningham

Get away from the window

The second floor above your fears

You live on your own, clinging to the bedposts

Wearing the stripes of the shutter shadows

Get away from the window

That angry face staring back at you

Your heart and the glass, they’re one and the same

Fragile and tempered, held by the frame

Wishing you were everybody, anybody, just somebody else

Let the sun color your skin

The wind play with your hair

The street under your shoes

The release of despair

Madness and sadness the inseparable pair

They dance in a haunted ballroom

While you call the tune

Get away from your solutions

A cigarette between your lips

You’re looking to lose the shape of your hips

You’re only losing your confidence

Wishing you were everybody, anybody, just somebody else

Let the sun color your skin

The wind play with your hair

The four?

and history’s affair

Madness and sadness the criminal pair

They dance in this way to trouble’s tune

While you call, while you call the cue

Get away from the window

Get away from the window

Get away from the window

Get away from the window