Moving Colors

Yesterday I stayed inside
and watched the traffic in the rain
And the lights changed
every other minute
other minute
And I wasn't down in it

I was moving
colors in the water
in the water
Red in the water
I was moving
moving down the glass
down the glass
as they passed

Just as I was turning back I heard
the sirens go by
And as a story spins nothing into something
out of nothing
I felt I knew the reason why

Had I closed the
window on the world?
On the world?
Had I closed it?
And was no one
there to bear witness?
To bear witness
or to forgive it?

Was I standing alone?
Standing alone with you?
Alone
Standing alone with you

I pushed up the catch
the brass, the latch flickered in the seams
Through the window came
cold and damp mist
like a kiss
it shook me from a waking dream

I was moving
colors in the water
In the water
Red in the water
I was moving
moving down the glass

over and over
over and over

Was I standing alone?
Standing alone with you?
Alone
Standing alone with you
Alone
Standing alone with you
Standing alone with you

Looking down from the window
all the colors wash away
Have I been moving in darkness?
Is this the way to the entrance?
Was there ever such a way?
Have I been moving in darkness
while pouring water on the flame?

If you forgive me
if you forgive me
what will happen then?
Could I keep the window open
window open
and be down in it again?

If you forgive me
if you forgive me
what would I do then?
What would I do then?
What would I do then?
What would I do then?
What would I do then?