I had died the tiniest death
I spied the catch in your breath
Out, out
Out, out, out, out
North bound, I got carried away
As you boarded your train
South, south
South, south, south, south
A feather taken by the wind blowing
I’m afflicted by the not knowing, so
I look in people’s windows
Transfixed by rose golden glows
They have their friends over to drink nice wine
I look in people’s windows
In case you’re at their table
What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?
You had stopped and tiltеd your head
I still ponder what it meant
Now, now
Now, now, now, now
I triеd searching faces on streets
What are the chances you’d be downtown, downtown, downtown?
Does it feel alright to not know me?
I’m addicted to the if only
So I look in people’s windows
Like I’m some deranged weirdo
I attend Christmas parties from outside
I look in people’s windows
In case you’re at their table
What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?
