"in my window
there are shards of glass,
and the birds are still calling your name
all the way down i see
black leafs falling from the sky
and i just can keep asking why?
why you went away?
we could still walking on the bay.
where you still waiting for someone to drown
or me, to take you away?
the street still the same,
all the physic pieces remain
but where are the other? the tear in my shoulder?
the smile in your face?
now i go to the beach
and the waves break in the shore
and then i look back
waiting for you to close the door"
