Windowpane
Duif Akkerhuis, Quincy Fortes
Frozen smiles in blue glass
Misty eyes remain on lies
I may have to turn on the lights and show
That at least we tried
Drip right past my silhouette
This time someone else may fight
Curtains closed means I can forget
These nights
These nights
A concrete sky made of gray
Meant to turn the pain away
I turned around and saw the rain dripping down from up the drain
Drip right past my silhouette
This time someone else may fight
Curtains closed means I can forget
These nights
These nights