Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay

I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet

I slide straight beack down to find



Feelings are falling free, imaginations dance

push it to the ilmit, keep reminding

Holding on to all I have as is seems to fall

jus tilke sand falls through the hourglass



And in the dark, when no one is around

I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me

and I say, my oh my, what a journey

we have come along this far

can there be a better place for me to see?



Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay

I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet

I slide straight beack down to find

With questions comes a choice to bring

a path to better things,

though a love induces sleep of reason

But there's still a building voice of this inner man

that can hardly be hid by these eyes



And in the dark, when no one is around

I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me

and I say, my oh my, what a journey

we have come along this far

can there be a better place for me to see?