"Windows On The World" lyrics
Hardened faces, no expression
A life's worth of ephemera
Well you don't get the impression
You can't trust the camera
Presence of mind
Standing inclined against the bright sun of the future
When we saw that play about past lives
I can't remember the name of it
Walked in Times Square out past midnight
Back when it was more dangerous
Caught in space
Printed in pain inside the walls of how we were
On a clear day you can see almost forever
In the plate glass, my reflection
Seems something is missing
And I feel like I'm stuck on the inside
Of a television
Burned on the screen
The light-up American Dream just not the one I thought I found
Can't shake this feeling that I've seen this all somewhere before
Doesn't quite add up but I guess everything's accounted for
There's a time and a place I know, I just never found it then
But I keep an open mind that we still might meet again
On a clear day you can see almost forever
A life's worth of ephemera
Well you don't get the impression
You can't trust the camera
Presence of mind
Standing inclined against the bright sun of the future
When we saw that play about past lives
I can't remember the name of it
Walked in Times Square out past midnight
Back when it was more dangerous
Caught in space
Printed in pain inside the walls of how we were
On a clear day you can see almost forever
In the plate glass, my reflection
Seems something is missing
And I feel like I'm stuck on the inside
Of a television
Burned on the screen
The light-up American Dream just not the one I thought I found
Can't shake this feeling that I've seen this all somewhere before
Doesn't quite add up but I guess everything's accounted for
There's a time and a place I know, I just never found it then
But I keep an open mind that we still might meet again
On a clear day you can see almost forever
Writer(s): Max Christian Clarke
