Behind the Window

Behind the Window

Behind the window you're making cobweb 
Over the picture in shape of my heart 
And after all the hard tests I come to be the one 
Your pulse rolls my impulse 

Your tears my eyes 
Your hands my body 
Your lips my story 
Your steps my slow killers 

Hurry up 
Kill me 

Behind the window you're making circles 
That go away out of my reach 
Up in my brain I'm coming through 
My rhythm comes from behind the window 

Your tears my eyes 
Your hands my body 
Your lips my story 
Your steps my slow killers 

Kill Kill Me.