I'm a window painted over So there's no one looking through
Seeing that it doesn't matter That I haven't got a view
I'm a door that leads to nowhere It's protected by a lock
Though I'm not afraid of robbers Though nobody ever knocks
I'm in a history that's nowhere Making eyes out of the poor
Coming off as cold as winter A memory just of the cold
I'm a world that isn't small Cityscapes and little towns
In an isolated orbit Looking at the sun
I'm a world that isn't small Cityscapes and little towns
I'm a world that isn't small
