Show no sign of wasting time
None of this is mine
And it bottle downs
An empty well
Everything is put to rest this night

And the wind blows right inside the open window of my mind
My mind
Ah, ah
I stand at arms no better than the losing take it in my hand
Hand
I stack them high for you and I and watch them float into the sky

And the wind blows right inside the open window of my mind
So I
Ah, ah