Through the window I shall let the moonlight seek in..
No permissions shall it require..
Through the music I shall win..
No one would dare to point me out..
I would still stand away...
In solitude, living a life of painful broken record..
Through the streets..
They'll hear the same notes being played..
Again and again..
Through their lips..Many questions shall flew..
My lips would be sealed to answer none...
I shall play the guitar like a heavenly pray..
No one shall get to disturb..
Through the city..When the sun shall shine..
I shall pay the visit to a note so high..
Hitting the strings like I was carving out the most delicate..
Through the sky's..When the clouds shall stand..
I shall end the prayer like an empty man..
And hold on to the window glass...
Tracing the drops as they see me break apart...
