The dust is dancing in a single line of gold A different story that is waiting to be told I've been a prisoner of the shadows in this room Wrapped in the silence and the heavy, winter gloom But I can hear the world calling from the street A rhythm rising from the pavement and the heat I reach my hand out to the silver painted wood Doing the only thing I finally know I should

I feel the latch give way, I feel the metal click The air is rushing in, it's sweet and it is thick With the scent of pine and the promise of the rain Washing the edges of the heavy, hollow pain The curtains flutter like the wings of a bird The loudest music that I've ever, ever heard I'm breathing deep until my lungs begin to ache This is the moment that the frozen levee breaks

Oh, through this open window, I can see the light Burning the ghosts of every long and lonely night I'm letting go of everything I couldn't keep Waking the heart that's been falling fast asleep Let the wind blow, let the colors start to run I'm finding my way back to the morning sun

There is a garden growing underneath the grime I'm catching up on all the beauty and the time I see the people moving, shadows on the lane Finding the sunshine in the middle of the rain I used to whisper dreams into the night But now I'm shouting them into the morning light The room is empty but the world is getting wide

Oh, through this open window, I can see the light Burning the ghosts of every long and lonely night I'm letting go of everything I couldn't keep Waking the heart that's been falling fast asleep Let the wind blow, let the colors start to run I'm finding my way back to the morning sun

I am not afraid to fall To rise again and risk it all Even broken wings can fly Underneath this open sky Yeah, underneath the sky!

Oh, through this open window, I can see the light Burning the ghosts of every long and lonely night I'm letting go of everything I couldn't keep Waking the heart that's been falling fast asleep Let the wind blow, let the colors start to run I'm finding my way back to the morning sun

...the air is good. ...I'm finally home.