Windows

Текст песни Tom & Collins - Windows

Drowning, wanting more, we stand in silence
colors fade from faces, minds are violent
our hands become the window to our soul
our bones the handle to our many doors

But you see right through
through my soul
but you see right through
through my soul

But you see right through
but you see right through

But you see right through
right through my textures, and it's infectious

Drowning, wanting more, we stand in silence
colors fade from faces, minds are violent
our hands become the window to our soul
our bones the handle to our many doors

But you see right through
through my soul
but you see right through
through my soul

But you see right through
right through my textures, and it's infectious
but you see right through
right through my textures, and it's infectious

But you see right through