Third Floor Window

Why do we fear love like falling from a car door?

Faced with all the world we don't know

Don't you?

I should be happy for the air that fills me

Forget the names that you had called me

Baby

I'm a straight-coat vision

Staring out the third floor window

And I'm mad for you

And I'm mad for you

Why do we say words but never know the meaning?

Sadness, another word for feeling

Too much

And when the morning paper’s tell

The only stranger is yourself

The only stranger is yourself

I'm a white-coat mistake

Waiting in a drugstore window

But I’ll wait for you

I wait for you

Why does the sun fall softly on your photo?

Why do words fail?

I'm a white-robed mystic

Sitting on a third world mountain

But I long for you

I still long for you

And I long for you

I long for you

I long for you

I long for you