Window Pane from Window Pane by Max Black

theres a riverbed in the back of my mind
stone mountains worn by time
the path runs deep
their footsteps were the drops of the stream
cold flowing fast, the sand and the fish hold the knowledge that lasts

i was turned around
now im acting on desire sprung from the ground
and hatred flows like flames up a curtain but its okay cause its mine
its alright cause it comes from a place inside my mind

on the ridges miles above the path
iron fortress cuts into the clouds
thats where we live. futures found, be nice to go down
looking out from above, i think from the window pane

i was turned around
now im acting on desire sprung from the ground
and hatred flows like flames up a curtain but its okay cause its mine
its alright cause it comes from a place inside my mind

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