I've been in this bed now for ten years
Six different streets but I'm still here
My piano mocks me with its silence
But nothing sounds right to my ears
I've seen black clouds attack my windows
And I've seen it blue, empty, and clear
So what am I still doing here
The meaning of my life
Could be just beyond
The glass panes of my window
And I would never know
Fan blades circulating slowly
Still I feel like I'm melting into my floor
I can hear the singing all around me
So why the f*ck can't I open the door
I close the blinds on my old windows
Don't think I can bear to hear any more
But what am I sitting here for
The meaning of my life
Could be just beyond
The glass panes of my window
And I would never know
The meaning of my life
Could be just beyond
The glass panes of my window
And I would never know