WINDOWS




Ditch me, disconnect me
A leech fed on childish dreams
A mutiny to sustain blind loyalty
Which might soon split at the seams


Do we have a voice?
Do we have a choice?


If it's all we have
If there's no greater cause
If we have no plan
We'll paint some fucking windows
On the brick walls, and we'll make believe


A fresco about fiasco
A great piece of lazy craft
It pictures the dark winters
The hopeless on lousy rafts


Do we have a voice?
Do we have a choice?


If it's all we have
If there's no greater cause
If we have no plan
We'll paint some fucking windows
On the brick walls, and we'll make believe
Till we make one with the stones!




Astray Astronauts band photo