I was watching the world, through the window
There was nothing to hide, through the blindes
I was living the life, of a wrecking ball
Swinging dangerously low, at everything in sight
I was waltzing the wife, of a widower
Though I was unaware, at the time
She was living the life, of a silhouette
I was towing the line, between her sodden life
She is the sun on the snow, she floods the cities below
She rings her tears, from the glass
Falling in colours all, around me
Orange morone green and yellow, blue