Window

Stay low I'm thinking Everyone's too loud It's aching Window A Painting Needs to open up I'm waiting I want to know What it's like to feel No weight at all It's too late too go Back to where it was All high, no low It's sunny Lay down, and think about the air It's 85 all the time I want to know What it's like to feel No weight at all It's too late too go Back to where it was All high, no low