Window - Custom A

Left on display, dust in the case Blank eyes direct the author Remember me, your final dream These nights are getting longer I'm watching You're waiting No more participating A sequence Of motions Captured in fleeting moments I'm in love with the edge of reality Skip ahead to the part where I feel complete I let the feeling of redemption get the best of me Hung in the storefront as a piece of modern history I'm a model in clay Watch me stay in one place As you walk through every open door I'm watching You're waiting No more participating A sequence of motions Capture in fleeting moments Stop right where you're standing Look at the size of the prints you tried to fill By walking taller Your pride makes the impression that you want You're getting stagnant Too old to be standing still I let the feeling of redemption get the best of me Hung in the storefront as a piece of modern history I'm a model in clay Watch me stay in one place As you walk through every open door