through the window

the clouds that gathered turned to rain

the candles on your sill burned out

the weather on your face

turned to match the mood outside

reading through poems that you saved

that make the gloomy hours make sense

or do they lose their power

with the yellowing of age

i saw you suffering

through a foggy window in the rain

when you thought no one was watching

yeah

going through your memories

like so many prisons to escape

and become someone else

with another face

and another name

no more suffering

you sold the best of yourself out

on a chain of grey and white lies

one syllable at a time

you should have made them pay

a higher price

i saw you suffering

through the cracked and dirty window pane

i was ashamed that i was watching

yeah

going through your imagination

looking for a life you could create

and become somebody else

yeah

with another face

with another name

no more suffering

i wish that i could find a seed

and plant a tree that grows so high

so that i could climb

and harvest the ripe stars

for you and i to drink

and spit the ashes from our mouths

and put the grey back in the clouds

and send them packing with our bags

of old regrets and sorrows

'cause they don't do a thing but drag us down

so far down

the past is like a braided rope

each moment tightly coiled inside

i saw you suffering

through the yellow window of a train

with everybody watching

yeah

too tired for imagining

that you could ever love somebody else

from somewhere far away

from another time

and another place

with another life

and another face

and another name

and another name

no more suffering.