I feel the kiss of the dying moon
I feel it touch my skin, shining through the window of this room

Take out your paintbrush, paint the things no-one can see
I see you passing by or is it you that's passing me, I can't be sure
The light on the wall means much more to you than me

I see you sitting in your window staring at the bridge below
You see me passing by or is it you that's passing me, you just don't know
The light on the wall means much more to you than me

Your window, where does it go
Your window, what does it show

A man, a woman, open door, electric light
The page lies on the floor, is this still life? I just don't know
The light on the wall means much more to you than me

Your window, where does it go
Your window, what does it show