House of Many Windows

Текст песни Bobak, Jons, Malone - House of Many Windows

[Verse 1]
Running, jumping, screaming, jeering
Out of ear-shot into hearing
They watch me stoop to pluck the white rose

[Hook 1]
The sightless children in the
House of Many Windows

[Verse 2]
Dimpled treasures, baby, judge me
Simple pleasures they begrudge me
Count the black strands on my pillows

[Hook 2]
The silent children in the
House of Many Windows

[Verse 3]
Black fire escapes against the dawn sky
To see another frightened fawn die
Too much hot sun, too many cold snows

[Hook 3]
To please the children in the
House of Many Windows[x8]