Across from My Window - MoriArty

Across from my windows are windows

Where once there was sky

Rows and rows of eyes

That are yellow and cold

And dark and hollow but always always blind

Like everything else we lose our name

Coal turns to ashes and ashes choke the flame

One thousand faces on Tverskaïa

I had yellow flowers and black suede bows

I knew he was coming, the master

Love caught us like a murderer

Hit us like a finnish knife on this very very day of May

Hit us like a finnish knife on this very very day of May

I had a man

I was his secret wife

I had a man

I was his secret wife

His book became my life

Pusblisher shut him up

Master gave it up

He grew afraid of the octopus

Heading straight for his heart

Heading straight for his heart

Across from my windows are windows

Where once there was sky

Rows and rows and rows of eyes

That are yellow and cold

And dark and hollow

That are yellow and cold

And dark and hollow

Yellow and cold

And dark and hollow

But always blind

But always always blind