He and she, their empty house

He's awake, she sleeps

His eyes are for one sight alone--the purple window



Now his desires, his secret wish

he never lets her see

'cause he keeps it here for the shape that lives

in the purple window

The purple window



Celebrations and perspiration

and exploration are gone for good now



The end is sometimes hard to see

The way is wide and clear

but with contrition here, remission there

well, it could take weeks or years

and there's the purple window

The purple window



You know where his love goes

and he can see the girl dance

Every move, every line

and he can see his own funeral

in the purple window