My Window's Eyes

Step back into something I regret to find
A whip cracks and my dreams are falling back in line
Hold on, I'll take another look at your offer
So long, another day of this I'll break

I'm feeling so defined and endlessly misread
I see the story changing
Not sick but half the time a fall would clear my head
I see the story changing

Clear lines form the bars across my window's eyes
Red-eyed and my fears are running out of time
Hold on, I'll take another look at your offer
So long, another day of this I'll break

I'm feeling so defined and endlessly misread
I see the story changing
Not sick but half the time a fall would clear my head
I see the story changing

Compilation | Congress of the Crow