Open windows shine a light on the life you left behind
In the window sill the weak willed sit dressed to kill
My feet move so slow when you tell me that it's time for me to go
Between your toes there's green green grass
And ghosts should remain in the past
Oh, I know I'm not one longing for a life that's gone
Empty bottles chime as i'm giving up on changing your mind
But I'm still struggling to decide if there's hindsight for the blind
Oh, I know I'm not one longing for a life that's gone
Oh, I know I'm not one longing for a life that's gone
