the window

the window sitting on the other side of the room.
You can only imagine the view.
it's never been touched a day in love.
they say you may only think what's on the other side.
Is it sunny outside with birds in the sky.
or maybe it's raining and wind fills air.

What's on the other side of that window.
I must know.
They say no one live to tell the tale
burning with curiosity
you know I must see
as I slowly walkover
and glance over the window sill
I see...