[Verse 1]
All that I've known's within the walls of this room
Where there's a window, roughly boarded up
It's true the gaps are patched
But even through the tiny cracks I feel a wind blow
I see a light of strangest hue
[Chorus]
And there's nothing I can say - there's no way I can prove
That there's a place beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way the light comes shining through
And in the way the curtains move
[Verse 2]
Late in the night I lay awake my eyes fixed on the window
I strained my ears until I thought that I might have heard a song
Somehow hiding in the soft glow
Old as time and ever new
[Chorus]
And there's nothing I can say - there's no way I can prove
That there's a place beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way the light comes shining through
And in the way the curtains move
[Verse 3]
I found a note scratched in the wall
In a pained and earnest scrawl
The hand, I recognized, was somehow mine ...
I read each line with dread:
"There's no wind and there's no light
There's no song you hear at night
There's nowhere to hide, be terrified
It's all inside your head"
[Outro]
But still there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way - in the way the curtains move
All that I've known's within the walls of this room
Where there's a window, roughly boarded up
It's true the gaps are patched
But even through the tiny cracks I feel a wind blow
I see a light of strangest hue
[Chorus]
And there's nothing I can say - there's no way I can prove
That there's a place beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way the light comes shining through
And in the way the curtains move
[Verse 2]
Late in the night I lay awake my eyes fixed on the window
I strained my ears until I thought that I might have heard a song
Somehow hiding in the soft glow
Old as time and ever new
[Chorus]
And there's nothing I can say - there's no way I can prove
That there's a place beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way the light comes shining through
And in the way the curtains move
[Verse 3]
I found a note scratched in the wall
In a pained and earnest scrawl
The hand, I recognized, was somehow mine ...
I read each line with dread:
"There's no wind and there's no light
There's no song you hear at night
There's nowhere to hide, be terrified
It's all inside your head"
[Outro]
But still there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way - in the way the curtains move