Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay 
I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet 
I slide straight beack down to find 

Feelings are falling free, imaginations dance 
push it to the ilmit, keep reminding 
Holding on to all I have as is seems to fall 
jus tilke sand falls through the hourglass 

And in the dark, when no one is around 
I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me 
and I say, my oh my, what a journey 
we have come along this far 
can there be a better place for me to see? 

Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay 
I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet 
I slide straight beack down to find 
With questions comes a choice to bring 
a path to better things, 
though a love induces sleep of reason 
But there's still a building voice of this inner man 
that can hardly be hid by these eyes 

And in the dark, when no one is around 
I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me 
and I say, my oh my, what a journey 
we have come along this far 
can there be a better place for me to see?