• Poor Old Window

    POOR OLD WINDOW

    The bird is singing out of my poor old window

    I wonder if she stays there all day long

    I wonder if she'll be there again tomorrow

    But nothing's there and nothing is really gone



    Sun is shining brightly

    I see it with my mind



    I woke up to a dream and you were there

    Standing naked calling out my name

    You laid your hand on the dog we once had

    But nothing is there and nothing is really gone



    If we die until tomorrow

    You and me should live