I'm a window painted over So there's no one looking throughSeeing that it doesn't matter That I haven't got a viewI'm a door that leads to nowhere It's protected by a lockThough I'm not afraid of robbers Though nobody ever knocksI'm in a history that's nowhere Making eyes out of the poorComing off as cold as winter A memory just of the coldI'm a world that isn't small Cityscapes and little townsIn an isolated orbit Looking at the sunI'm a world that isn't small Cityscapes and little townsI'm a world that isn't small
