Open windows shine a light on the life you left behind In the window sill the weak willed sit dressed to kill My feet move so slow when you tell me that it's time for me to go Between your toes there's green green grass And ghosts should remain in the past Oh, I know I'm not one longing for a life that's gone Empty bottles chime as i'm giving up on changing your mind But I'm still struggling to decide if there's hindsight for the blind Oh, I know I'm not one longing for a life that's gone Oh, I know I'm not one longing for a life that's gone