Man in the Window

I see the man, there in my window

And he holds a pen in his hand

He reads my mind, and puts to the window

All that I try to forget

And the more that I ask him to stop, the further he goes

The more that I shield what's inside, the more that he knows

And I fear he has opened a door I cannot close

And now that he's here in my head, I can't make him go

Now that he's inside my mind, I feel so exposed

I drown the light, and blacken my windows

I plan the escape from my head

I pull the shades, but the pulse at my window

Muffled still grace in my head

And the more that I ask him to stop, the further he goes

The more that I shield what's inside, the more that he knows

And I fear he has opened a door I cannot close

And now that he's here in my head, I can't make him go

Now that he's inside my mind, I feel so exposed

Now that he's here in my head, I can't make him go

Now that he's inside my mind, I feel so exposed

And I feel him watching on

With all my life exposed

And the air can get so cold

So cold

So cold