A room with a window facing west, towards the sea You with your hands across your chest, facing me Sing me a song, your voice is like silver I don't think that I can do this anymore I'll take the high road that he walked once before You sit and watch me as I come through the door Sing me a song, your voice is like silver I don't think that I can do this anymore Sing me a song, your voice is like silver I don't think that I can do this anymore Show me the path down to a shore like this I don't know if I can do this anymore A room with a window facing west
