Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay 

I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet 

I slide straight beack down to find 



Feelings are falling free, imaginations dance 

push it to the ilmit, keep reminding 

Holding on to all I have as is seems to fall 

jus tilke sand falls through the hourglass 



And in the dark, when no one is around 

I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me 

and I say, my oh my, what a journey 

we have come along this far 

can there be a better place for me to see? 



Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay 

I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet 

I slide straight beack down to find 

With questions comes a choice to bring 

a path to better things, 

though a love induces sleep of reason 

But there's still a building voice of this inner man 

that can hardly be hid by these eyes 



And in the dark, when no one is around 

I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me 

and I say, my oh my, what a journey 

we have come along this far 

can there be a better place for me to see?