Faces At The Window

There's a place out on the ocean where the sea and the sky collide

Where broken hearted lovers watch the ships in the night roll by

Like souls locked out of heaven, like angels with no wings

They've lost their rhyme and reason like a fiddle with no strings

Now lately I've been thinking of the good times way back when

We still had each other but then again that was then

Caught between two evils, the devil and the deep blue sea

What happened to the people that we used to be

Faces at the window, pictures on the wall

Full of good intentions, pride before the fall