Windows on the World

by Cut Worms

From the album: Transmitter

Duration: 3:06

Transmitter cover art

Lyrics for Windows on the World

Autumn faces no expression A life's worth of ephemera Though you don't get the impression You can't trust the camera Presence of mind Standing inclined against the bright sun of the future When we saw that play about past lives I can't remember the name of it Walked in Times Square half past midnight Back when it was more dangerous Caught in space Printed in pain inside the walls of how we were On a clear day you can see almost forever In the plate glass my reflection Seems something is missing And I feel like I'm stuck on the inside of a television Burned on the screen Light up American dream Just not the one I thought I'd found Can't shake this feeling that I've seen this all somewhere before Doesn't quite add up but I guess everything's accounted for There's a time and a place I know I just never found it then But I keep an open mind that we still might meet again On a clear day you can see almost forever

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