What does the world look like from
your windows Is that something you were
left inside What does the world look
like behind your windows Is that
something that you try to hide
You might have some kind of a burning
candle to shine on your windowsill If
your windows were curtained Please draw
them away
Something is changing And you know
what it is But it's outside You would
never be free
When the fire truck arrives Oh and
you're the burning heart And hope for
some sudden rain
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