outside my window outside my window wish i was fine outside the wind blows outside the wind blows fear stalks me again oustide my window the big moon hovers casting shadows on things people ve lost inside dark and swaying landscapes deepen and i want to lock myself up and never come out again cause all these things in my chest gives me no rest just drags me down and away again but i do remember how i was told not to be afraid of the dark and i try thinking this storm will finally carry us home you could see it coming well the truth is that i m blind on my left eye you could see it coming well that s just part of my plan you could see it coming well the truth is that i m blind on my left eye you could see it coming well the truth is that s just part of my plan you might think that i m wild well the truth is that i m blind on my left eye you would think that i m rash that s just part of my plan