Looking in your open window
Your pillows piled to cushion your fall
I shudder to think these curtains of ink
Could ever stain these halls
With justice for all

Looking in your open window
Your excess baggage by the door with a long steel chain
That you rattle in vain
Like your paper-thin promises
That you sell door to door

Looking in your open window
(outside looking in)
The ghost of truth is ready to fly
(outside looking in)
Flying out your open window
(outside looking in)
Turning back the hands of time

Let's reconstruct the scattered lies
Pieces from the scene of the crime
Falling down the rabbit hole
And flying out your open window

Looking in your open window
Searching through your diary
To sort through the laws getting laundered and lost
And to unfold your precious mysteries