2nd Story Window

What’s been in our window’s way, I don’t know

How many promising nights did we wait

Sun gracing each season’s skies through the years
That’s what they claimed all those arduous days
But our eyes didn’t see
What our skin didn’t feel

Now comes the end, so the calendar sings
Belt it out here, with me
Not a song that tells you you’ve got to go home
Instead check the window sign

You’re not alone

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