Looking in your open window

Your pillows piled to cushion your fall

I shudder to think these curtains of ink

Could ever stain these halls

With justice for all



Looking in your open window

Your excess baggage by the door with a long steel chain

That you rattle in vain

Like your paper-thin promises

That you sell door to door



Looking in your open window

(outside looking in)

The ghost of truth is ready to fly

(outside looking in)

Flying out your open window

(outside looking in)

Turning back the hands of time



Let's reconstruct the scattered lies

Pieces from the scene of the crime

Falling down the rabbit hole

And flying out your open window



Looking in your open window

Searching through your diary

To sort through the laws getting laundered and lost

And to unfold your precious mysteries