We Windows

Can you see what idea
Lolls behind my closed eye
If the lights keep seething on
Gone will be the moonshine
There could be none so easy
Than to just let our time fly
In every breath taken for fun
Singing everything's fine
Yet our walls shrink down seas
Minute windows all apply
Framed, we call for some higher cry
As wild spirits, laze outside, sigh

To a soul
There's no role
To play
To a soul
There's no role
For airs
Taken blows
Out, records lay
As minds will, slip away

Don't we all hear old apples
Bitten hard to taste the way
Sense a headed ill in its cloak
Cloudy, 'bout to strike our tree
It's just a day, I feel so fickle
The sun so blinding stays
Night on by a heated smoke
Have I done enough to see
Through closed eyes to wake
But every moves, seem aboard
A wider game, a meaner mess
Split along, all pieces of chess
Deep blue

To the soul
There's no side
To take
To the soul
No thing died
But sake
And I sigh
Some relief
Windows come to break
Windows, and shakes
Wind, throws and lulls
Wind, owes and shakes
Wind, throws and lulls