I often pass the windows of the place where I once livedI used to watch the world through them, and now I'm out here looking inThe gutters set my eyebrows, and the curtains were my lipsWhen darkness came, his hands drew them, shutting out what might have beenI can feel the windows, like the eyes of the pastWatching me through space and time, like an old crumbled catI can see those windows, looking back at my timeI can feel those windows, calling me through dust and grimeI dreamed I passed the windows of a place where I once livedI couldn't see a thing through themAs they opened the windows of a place where I once livedThey all were covered blackI stopped and raised my eyebrows, cause I wondered how he livedI knew I left my home to him, with my curtains all drawn backI can feel the windows, like the eyes of the pastWatching me through space and timeLike an old crumbled catI can see those windows, looking back at my timeI can feel those windows, calling me through dust and grimeI can feel the windows, like the eyes of the pastWatching me through space and time, like an old crumbled catI can feel the windows, like the eyes of the pastI can see those windows, looking back at my timeI can feel those windows, calling me through dust and grimeI can feel those windows, calling me through dust and grimeI can feel those windows, calling me through dust and grime