She can be a poet
with the trees below her knees
She can be a firefight with golden
hand grenades
She can be a pair of lungs
that exhale only sin
But she can't be a window
without breaking out her glass
She can't be a window without you
She can be an animal that
doesn't long for thought
She can be a tulip in a garden
choked with drought
She can be the angel in a
brain that longs to write
But she can't be a window
without breaking out her glass
But she can't be a window without you
The motorcade is all in place
The secret service in her face
But she doesn't know the facts
When it's time for her to act
All her friends have come to
watch her assassinate
The ones who taught her
how to live in fear
But she doesn't seem to
hear
She can be a bowling ball that
always gets a spare
She can be a bird that makes a
warm nest in your hair
She can be the ugly child
that makes you want to care
But she can't be a window
Without breaking out her glass
She can't be a window
Without breaking out her glass
She can 't be a window
Without you
Without you