There's a black pepper cloud overhead / everyone says it's god awful news / with its edges all yellow and red / like the day's got a real bad bruise / and it hangs like a coat on the sun / and it whispers I don't wanna fight / and it's colors come gently undone / as it holds itself up to the light / if there are storms in you I never saw, I wanna feel the wind blow / I don't need you to tear down all your walls, but I could use a window / oh, the waxwings find shelter enough / in the winter bent branches of pine / when this sorrow in me won't let up / won't you come weave your fingers through mine / darlin love is a house made of stone / and our lives rage along on the outside / let the breeze on in, make your trouble known / open up, open up, confide / if there are storms in you I never saw, I wanna feel the wind blow / I don't need you to tear down all your walls, but I could use a window