Through My Window Lyrics

Open book turn the air cold

Autumn kept my secret stories left untold

Golden knife filled me with greed

I smiled up as you buried me

I prayed that he'd love me

He hates religion

My spirit's haunting

Neighborly superstition

First house on Hunger, he lives

The stinging memory

Of his deathly kiss

The first person to cross my divide

The first to make me want to hide

What a shame, what he said I believed

What a shame I was far too weak

Through my window

I could see three great loves

Through my window

It will never be enough

Through my window

I release my secret life

Through my window

I ignore your ink and knives

Through my window

To the garden let me bleed

My blood turned ink tells our story

Read the authors crime report

I knew my fate from her first words

Five chapters, songs and film and paint

Leave most hints, in uncounted graves

Back to the stage, back to my old ways

As my reader, you will watch that play

The first person to cross my divide

The first to make me want to hide

What a shame, what he said I believed

What a shame I was far too weak

I learned his language

Then he stole my words

But I'm triple edged

I am five swords

A sword is art

Which I make you watch

You used your knives

But you got caught

By the author

My achilles' heel

She watched you kill

She watched you steal

She turned you in

And here we are

I stab you back

And heal my scars

Through my window

I could see three great loves

Through my window

I've thought more than enough

Behind my window

I release my secret life

Behind my window

I will keep your ink and knives

Through the window

Through the window