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Passing Open Windows: A Symphonic Tribute to Queen (Royal Philharmonic Orchestra) · Open: An Open Minded Collection (Green Velvet) · Storm Windows (John Prine) · The World Has Windows (Andrew Smith) · Windows and Walls/The Wild Places (Dan Fogelberg) · Windows in the Jungle (10cc) · Windows of the World/Valley of the Dolls (Dionne Warwick) · New Light Through Old Windows [Geffen] (Chris Rea) · Lookin' Through the Windows (The Jackson 5) · Steamy Windows (Tina Turner) – and 90 other albums »


I was not woken by the rooster
Nor by the crow's tough song
But the midnight cry of a blood red bird
Brought this sleeplessness on

Threw open
of birds.

Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling.

Lie in the stillness, window cracked open
of birds.

Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling.

Lie in the stillness, window cracked open
we grew
Roses so red our hearts were busted open
All feeding on the dream we made
The bright and beautiful parade
That bloom by bloom began to fade
Lady, should I run?

I came by to close your open window
And to dive in your open sea
At the time of escapades out in the desert
You cradled our
of birds.

Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling.

Lie in the stillness, window cracked open
of birds.

Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary.
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling.

Lie in the stillness, window cracked open
trilling

Lie in the stillness, window cracked open
Extended moments, hours for the taking
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold brush stroke
Painted
day
People open windows
They leave their houses
Just want a short walk
They walk by the garden
They look at the sky
It's a fine day
People open
day
People open windows
They leave their houses
Just want a short walk
They walk by the garden
They look at the sky
It's a fine day
People open
day
People open windows
They leave their houses
Just want a short walk
They walk by the garden
They look at the sky
It's a fine day
People open
Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier
From a harsh and a barren wasteland
Through the grave to the promised field

You came, you
Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier
From a harsh and a barren wasteland
Through the grave to the promised field

You came, you
lights, sweet music lounge through eleven
Let's walk in the garden, French windows open
Patio paving concrete and crazy
Roses in blossom, they're doing
I am the public highway, baby
I'm no place for pretence or protocol
I could take you
By way of a garden city
I could run you along
The Libido
every day of the week
When I look out my window it's brown and it's bleak

Outta here
How am I gonna get outta here?
I'm thinking outta here
When am
Sleepin' with the windows open
See the moon right from your bed
Dig yourself up a garden
And put a roof on a rundown shed
You can smell the rain
Cross-legged now I sit and watch
The endless chase of leaves across my garden

And layin' down my hairbrush
I lean backward in my window seat and find
That
song
When I'm forced into making polite conversation
I open the window to get some ventilation
Try to break away from the intellectual starvation.
The days run together
They crowd at your front gate
But you can't let them in
So you tell them to wait

And one by one
They file up
be right
This window open to the night? 
The wanton airs, from the tree-top, 
Laughingly through the lattice drop
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard. 
All the bedroom windows opened onto this court, 
And sometimes in the middle
dressed up
And eatin' expensive food
She's says "Olive Garden?"
I say nah, I'm not in the mood

And Burrito King would make me gassy
There's no doubt
She
Pass that scooby dooby please don't be a hog
Lets roll all the windows up and get lost in the fog
Poppin ??? feels swell burn my finger nails
Its
can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in