Against the Window Pane

believe the heart's a theatre,

and that the actors on its stage

are playing dreams but they're imposters

and that the devil pays their wage.

I believe the passion of that drama

that we're certain is for real

is a diversion for our senses

while the director comes to steal.

CHORUS

And ever since I was a little kid, I didn't want to run away,

But it scared me half to death to think that I might have to stay.

I've had a hundred scarecrow certainties.

I've built a wooden drawbridge for my brain.

But they all burn up

when I see Your face

against the window pane.

I believe that in the passionate,

there's a part that is divine

I've seen the cosmos in a woman's smile,

tasted eternity in wine.

But I don't just believe in sentiment,

or miracles of everyday.

I believe that there are lepers healed.

I believe the dead are raised.

BRIDGE

Jesus was a lover. He had a fire in His eyes

that could burn away excuses, cremate your alibis.

He had a gaze that would expose to you all the subtle lies

that your soul permits your heart to tell concerning all that it denies.