Through Your Windows - White Denim

Been looking through your windows

I see a myriad of things

I can’t work when I’m breathing

Heart tends to get in the way

I’ve been dreaming the funniest talks

I can’t wait to see what I say when

Oh, you wouldn’t believe it

It’s a thing you couldn’t believe in

They got us walking on, walking on light

They got us walking on, walking on light

Making plans to stay legal

Get a call, get even

Keeping time with another

Faceless another

Double checking the numbers

I don’t know how to be alone

Breathing fast

Another missed connection

No one I know is worried anymore

I’m just saying about being

It needs the paper

With voices like a spear

Calling for the old you

No one can seem to reach you

Calling for the old you

Oh you wouldn’t believe it

It’s not something you’d want to believe in

It’s got us walking on, walking on light (oh you wouldn’t believe it)…

With voices like a spear

Calling for the old you

No one can seem to reach you

Calling for the old you