"The Window" lyrics
If you open the window
I'm free from the words
that are hard to come out
like a weeping willow
your fingers in my hair
when the wind comes and plays
its music
its music
I'm free from the words
that are hard to come out
like a weeping willow
your fingers in my hair
when the wind comes and plays
its music
its music
Writer(s): Elisa Toffoli
