Artist: Opeth| Title: Windowpane
Black face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching the night
Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me
Inside place a lullaby
Slurred voice
All the children cry
Haunt the inside
Only lonelines in the eye
Skin covering secret scars
His hand is waving a goodbye
No response or action returned
There is deep prejudice in me
Outshines the reason inside
Hidden dreams are riddled with pain
And projected onto your life