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    • TEACH ME TO NUMBER MY DAYS
    • THAT I MIGHT GAIN A HEART OF WISDOM
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    • UNION
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    • THE PURSUIT
    • THE LAST WINTER BEFORE SHE WAS SICK
    • ALREADY NOT YET
    • THE GREAT EXCHANGE
    • WHITEWASHED WALL
    • SABBATON
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    • Home
    • LIGHTHOUSE
      • A WORD ABOUT THE ALBUM
      • IMMANENT FRAME
      • CONTROL
      • TRANQUILIZE
      • LIGHTHOUSE (SONG)
      • FEAR
      • SLEEPING ALONE
      • INSIGNIFICANT
      • TEACH ME TO NUMBER MY DAYS
      • THAT I MIGHT GAIN A HEART OF WISDOM
    • ORPHEUS
      • FRAME NARRATOR
      • MOVEMENT
      • UNION
      • WINDOWPAIN
      • THE PURSUIT
      • THE LAST WINTER BEFORE SHE WAS SICK
      • ALREADY NOT YET
      • THE GREAT EXCHANGE
      • WHITEWASHED WALL
      • SABBATON
    • EPK

    WINDOWPAIN

    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.

    Char

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