if you could see me through my window
oh my what a sight you'd see
there are pales of love in the smatterings of light
there are whole armfuls of wisdom in urns
i horde saplings of old trees breathing pureness
i have waves no whole oceans of happiness
and i am saving them all for you. come and have them
the witness stand is were i tally my time
perched like a magpie on the window sill
where is my shiny treasure for me to swoop in on
speaking to myself with armoured glances
carefuly picking my target on the street
my eyesight waiting to set upon your figure
femme fatale, white rose, aphrodite or anything you like
you, to me will be a perfect picture
so i wait for you surrounded by potential, lust, love and other gifts
longing for your devouring face to face my window
when its you, i will know,
i will just know
