A gift of gold, the one thing right
A reason now, the homeward flight
Behind the windowpane the brightest light
The things you know, the wind that bites
A message scrawled, the fist that's tight
Outside the windowpane the darkest night
But that's alright
Tap on the glass
If I block the view
I'm just looking inside
To catch a glimpse of you
Reasons for holding on
You know I got a few
I've got things to say
You've got things to do
What was simple
Turned to stone
All the clothes we wore
All outgrown
Every road
So unknown
But every garden now
A new seed sown
Tap on the glass
If I block the view
I'm just looking inside
To catch a glimpse of you
Reasons for holding on
You know I got a few
I've got things to say
You've got things to do
Don't forget I'm right outside your door
Forevermore
Reasons for holding on
You know I got a few
I've got things to say
You've got things to do