At the Window Lyrics

Tears rolling down off my face again
hundred thousand people but not a friend
dont you disturb me
i believe the best is still yet to come
picnics out and the park under the sun
dont you disturb me
no, dont you disturb me
you dont know how lucky you are
till it drifts away
the waiting burns me like a hot drink on my skin

i wait for you at the window
i wait for you at the window
i wait for you
at the window

you do invent my own special friendly ghost
the one that knows the things that i like the most
dont you disturb me
no, dont you disturb me
you dont know how lucky you are
till it drifts away
the waiting burns me like a hot drink on my skin
i wait for you at the window
i wait for you at the window
i wait for you
at the window

and theres a bowl and

not waiting by the telephone
cutting the deepest line
between you and i
at the window
at the window

i wait for you at the window
i wait for you at the window
i wait for you
at the window

i wait for you at the window
i wait for you at the window
i wait for you
at the window
at the window
at the window