Opeth

Blank face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of li~ight
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching night

Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see~ee
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me

Inside plays a lullaby
Slurred voice over children cries
O~o~n, the~e inside...