i hear cries and whispers in the night
but i know that i was in the right
hear footsteps echo behind me as i walk
people listening when i talk
go to the window and what do i see
killers face looking at me
go to the window and what do i see. no room for feelings careless talk costs lives
cold as the cold war front
i see faces when there's no-one there
memories that i don't need to share
go to the window and what do i see
killers face looking at me
go to the window and what do i see. go to the window