Outside my window
Outside my window
Wish I was fine

Outside my windows
Outside the windows

Here is dark speaking
Outside my window
With a big grown horse
Casting shadows on things we've lost

Inside, darkness waits and landscapes deepen
And I want to lock myself up
And [bad word] out again

'Cause all these things in my chest
Gives me no rest
Just drags me down and away again
But I do remember how I was told
Not to be afraid of the dark
And I try, thinking this storm
Will finally carry us home

You could see [bad word] 
Well, the [bad word] is that I'm blind on my left eye
You could see [bad word] 
Well, that's just part of my plan

You could see [bad word] 
Well, the [bad word] is that I'm blind on my left eye
You could see [bad word] 
Well, the [bad word] is that's just part of my plan

You might think that I'm wild
Well, the [bad word] is that I'm blind on my left eye
You would think that [bad word] 
That's just part of my plan