Open

Another window, another way out

I feel it coming and I'm pushing it down

Another window, another way out

Another window

I don't have the will or time to think of something to say to you

I see it in your almond eyes, a sure sign of nothing new

And if you want to move down to a more hospitable latitude

I know it's not your fault

Another window, another way out

I feel it coming but I'm pushing it down

Another window, another way out

Another window

I've been around long enough, now don't you deceive me

You will never know unless you cut me open

And God knows, for every stitch that I have been sewing

You won't hesitate now to cut me open

Cut me

Cut me open