Plenty of times I’ve been looking out of the window
The window at the front of my room
And every time I look out of that window
I stand still, and think, just for a while…
Thinking of the times I’ve been looking out of the window
The times that I was drowning
The times when hope just wasn’t around
But now here I’m standing…
Drawing things on the window
Thinking of things to say to you
What will I do with my life when I’m without you
What will be done when you are gone
I don’t know why people find my view so beautiful
Because the only thing I look out on is a hotel
The gorgeous boat has left its place
And so there’s just a floating sinking boat in the water…
So yes there is a bit of water, and with every bit of water comes hope
Hope for better days, new and nicer ways
To accomplish the things I need and want
To think about the life I lead, the lines above are hard to read…
Drawing things on the window
Thinking of things I want to say to you
What will I do with my life when I’m without you
What will be done when you are gone
If you don’t understand the lines above
If you, don’t understand what I’m talking about
It’s useless to even try to get at what I’m trying to say
I suppose it’s just that way, it just went away
What’s left of a life that you can’t live without trying
Is there any point in life when you are left without loving
Like I was left without knowing how to love
Without someone to tell me I should never give up, on you.
Drawing things on the window
Thinking of things I want to say to you
What will I do with my life when I’m without you
What will be done when you are gone