Dust On My Window

Its early morning, sunshine brushes her face
Thoughts flicker in her mind again
Back to the earth from her dreams
Puffy eyes see green and some beige and a pain

I walk the streets in pursuit of your face
Sorrow eats a pound of flesh each day
The flood is rising, are you smiling
In your sleep (while) little clouds shred me as I crave

Pulsing my veins, he walks on down the highway
Next winter I swear, Ill brush him off she says
Like the dust on my window is more than I can take

Seasons change and so will I
Leave this room, shake off the lies
When summer comes I swear Ill be ready
A little boat in the pond waiting for the rain

Pulsing my veins, he walks on down the highway
Next winter I swear, Ill brush him off she says
Like the dust on my window is more than I can take (take take take more than I can take)

Guitar Solo

Pulsing pulsing) pulsing my veins, he walks on down the highway
Next winter I swear, Ill brush him off she says
Like the dust on my window is more than I can take