Girl By The Windowsill (Take 2)

It's early springtime, I'm up in my tower

Watching the day softly surrender

When out of nowhere

The sound of a song comes floating in

And I am overcome like a child

So I lower my gaze from the clouds to the windows

Of houses I know, of people I don't

And it was then I caught sight of a girl

Perched on the edge

A lonely silhouette in song

And I don't know if I was her only spectator

But it felt like I was watching the unraveling

Of every emotion she carried

The depth of her cry stays with me now

There is a part of me there

Still moved by the cries of the girl

Who sat by the windowsill

The feeling remains with me still

For nothing moved me like her song

Nothing moved me like her song

You see, in only a moment it felt like I knew her

The life that she had, the secrets she carried inside

The worry, the constant reminder

Of what she had done and what she had never been told

So I felt somehow I controlled her

Like an injured bird

She sat in the palm of my hand, my love

There is a part of me there

Still moved by the cries of the girl

Who sat by the windowsill

The feeling remains with me still

There is a part of me there

Still moved by the cries of the girl

Who sang the very song that I lack

I have tried, I have tried to go back

For nothing moved me like her song

No, nothing moved me like her song

For nothing moved me like her song

No, nothing moved me like her song