Windows
Tom Waschkowski
[Verse 1]
The uncut, untreated passage of my mind
Kneels before the mercy of tomorrow
The trembling concept of today
Stands vanishing, commanding tomorrow
[Chorus]
Then sound becomes a memory
Sunken with the sun
The ripened fields are golden
My love and I are one
[Verse 2]
The windows that we watch through
Show the mist
Winding through the yesterdays forgotten
The colored panes of broken opal glass
Fall free - all yesterdays forgotten
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
No nothing can be seen but
Fields of dreams
Beckoning the two of us to follow
Our hearts are pressured only with a song
Caressing us - and we begin to follow
[Chorus]
The sound becomes a memory
Sunken with the sun
The golden fields are gone now
My love and i are one (2X)