Widow's Window
See that shoreline
At the end of the land
Holding the ocean
Hostage again
Oh, how much does she want this time?
Can we ever get her to change her mind?
Don't feign your affection
Don't hide your gloom
Be good to your sister
And your half brother too
One day they'll be gone with all your friends
There'll be no one left to hear you then
In the morning with the sun in the dew
In the morning, just like tears made of glue
Holding all the world in place just for you
Just let it go
The sun shines in vain
Make believe for a little while
But don't get carried away
I've never been much of a salesman
I don't know how to make you pay attention
Maybe one day all alone in the yard
Maybe one day, slip a note passed the guard
He's a half-wit, but he's trying so hard
To be all that you wanted
To have nothing but faith
But it's piled up into something
That's impossible to face
And now you're trapped here forevermore
Heat on the hand of sins that's far behind the door
Break your back, carry your love into town
Maybe that's what they meant when they said "Settle down"
Making maps of all the cracks in the ground
At the end of the land
Holding the ocean
Hostage again
Oh, how much does she want this time?
Can we ever get her to change her mind?
Don't feign your affection
Don't hide your gloom
Be good to your sister
And your half brother too
One day they'll be gone with all your friends
There'll be no one left to hear you then
In the morning with the sun in the dew
In the morning, just like tears made of glue
Holding all the world in place just for you
Just let it go
The sun shines in vain
Make believe for a little while
But don't get carried away
I've never been much of a salesman
I don't know how to make you pay attention
Maybe one day all alone in the yard
Maybe one day, slip a note passed the guard
He's a half-wit, but he's trying so hard
To be all that you wanted
To have nothing but faith
But it's piled up into something
That's impossible to face
And now you're trapped here forevermore
Heat on the hand of sins that's far behind the door
Break your back, carry your love into town
Maybe that's what they meant when they said "Settle down"
Making maps of all the cracks in the ground
Credits
Writer(s): Max Christian Clarke
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