Living life behind a window,
Because the truth lies on the other side,
Glass stays cold on summer days,
So I press my face on the pane at night.
And if you look too close, like I do sometimes,
You'll see the lights outside converge and blur,
They'll call on the light within you to join,
But look away, for you- the inside is better.
And if I stood still behind the glass forever,
The world around would pass me in a haze,
A vortex of light all swirling together,
Around the girl trapped inside the cold glass cage.
