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Windows, to the world are what we're looking through,
Who knows, if what we find is true.
Seeing, is believing as some people say
Knowing, is to get a better view.
For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
Cause your life is on the line
Tasting, of the wine of some forbidden fruit
Reaping, the sorrows that we sow
Reaching, to the stars will never bring us home
Teaching, what we really could not know
For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
Cause your life is on the line
Touching, we are moving to the things we feel
Trying, to be what we could never be
Turning, if we'd only open up our hearts
Yearning, for the things we cannot see
For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
Cause your life is on the line
Windows, to the world are what we're looking through,
Who knows, if what we find is true.
Seeing, is believing as some people say
Knowing, is to get a better view.
For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
Cause your life is on the line
Tasting, of the wine of some forbidden fruit
Reaping, the sorrows that we sow
Reaching, to the stars will never bring us home
Teaching, what we really could not know
For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
Cause your life is on the line
Touching, we are moving to the things we feel
Trying, to be what we could never be
Turning, if we'd only open up our hearts
Yearning, for the things we cannot see
For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
Cause your life is on the line