Light shines on a moat outside. 
Silent breath of night. 
The shadows build the bridge. 
Distance holds me near.  Is it sincere? 

Inside the comfort of 
arms length castle walls 
I feel safe. 

When you press against, 
you make the glass a sharper tool. 
In this house I’m safe. 
Windowpains protect, but keep away. 

I touch the floor. 
The linoleum burns my skin, 
but I can’t bear to look again. 
Through the glass, 
I recognize a blurred out figure. 
And even though I want to 
it’s hard to change. 

By waiting, I’m fading slow. 
I’m dying when you’re alone. 

When you press against, 
you make the glass a sharper tool. 
In this house I’m safe. 
Windowpains protect, but keep away. 

Her:  Rain starts to fall, and the cold sets in. 
I’m digging up the roots where I was never meant to grow. 
But I’m as close as I can venture unless you let me cross. 
It’s growing darker and I’m getting colder. 
When the thunder breaks and I don’t know where to begin, 
how can I help if you won’t let me in? 

Windowpains protect. 

When you press against, 
you make the glass a sharper tool. 
In this house I’m safe. 
Windowpains protect, but keep away.