Not anymore do I remember the fleeting kiss of dawn Breaking on my back like the new born rain And no more do I sing of things better left untold A friend of mine said when a window closes, one always finds a door So I found the door to my house and I went inside And I built myself a window there When it was finally done, I carved my hands on the ledge Stood there for a while and went away
My dear wife said “please don’t go” My dear wife said “don’t take that road away from me”
But I went and she threw herself down the well This well was so deep, when she hit rock bottom I was already there, building myself a window And when it was finally done, I carved my hands on the ledge... Stood there for a while. I felt the rain, falling just outside No more will I dream of dreams better left asleep No more will I dream of dreams better left asleep A friend of mine said when a window closes, one always finds a door