In the rooms behind the silent door
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Through the windows
I can feel for this house
I can see it come alive
While it’s slowly getting darker
The garden is fading away
Then I see them
I see them dancing with their shadows
I see them through the windows
In the rooms behind the silent door
Never let them know how much you really need them
Never let them know how much you really care
Always try to hide behind the trees to mislead them
Never let them catch you with their blue eyes
Looking out the window (wondering)
Where are you?
I can feel for these rooms
I was happy when I could stay
When I forgot all the reasons
Being uneasy and loosing myself
Then I hear them
I hear them singing songs of sorrow
I hear them through the windows
From the rooms behind the silent door
Never let them know how much you really need them
Never let them know how much you really care
Always try to hide behind the trees to mislead them
Never let them catch you with their blue eyes
Looking out the window (wondering)
Who are you?
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