Open the window tell me what you can see
Faces are melting right into the scenery
Answer the wire but they all know there's no deal
While you stay inside watching on from the window seal
Scenes from the back of the mind
Flood your head like rains in late July
The Question bouncing off of the walls
Echoes outside and into the halls
Follow the sound to the road
Down the street where childhood fantasy goes
Fogging the view as you gaze
On into the same old window pane
Green that's surrounds you continues to grow the same
Orange on table that shines on the picture frames
Painting a picture of deserts with seas of blue
The only thing missing is the pastels of me and you
Scenes from the back of the mind
Flood your head like rains in late July
The Question bouncing off of the walls
Echoes outside and into the halls
Follow the sound to the road
Down the street where childhood fantasy goes
Fogging the view as you gaze
On into the same old window pane