Lletres: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Baby 81. Window.

Turn your eyes from the window
So you won?t see this world
The walls are closing inward
There?s nowhere left to turn

You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep

All your houses crumble
Shadows begin to howl
There's spiders on the rooftops
The trapdoor is in ourselves

You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep, it?s a wonder to me

So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear your insides up
So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear yourself apart

Senses, all been fractured
The traitor?s in your sights
The hour's spinning backwards
There?s nowhere left to hide

You want it, you need it, the words slip away
You're crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
Wonder how you sleep, it?s a wonder to me

So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear your insides up
So how?s it going to feel when you don?t know what?s real?
You tell yourself it?s love, then tear yourself apart

How many people must learn? How many roads must you turn?
There?s something hiding below
How many tears must you cry? How many buried inside
Until you finally let go?

How many years must you fight? How many stories survive
Until the tables will turn?
How many days must you brave? How many years must you pay?
There?s nothing left to let go