Texty: Throne Of Chaos. Loss Angeles. The Window.

Sunday night you climb in through the window of my room
I left it open just for you
Something wrong
I hear it now
I see it in your eyes
I can feel it deep inside
Mary Lou keeps telling me that everything alright
Maybe she doesn?t realize
She wants to leave
And climbs outside into the cool night air
It seems she doesn?t even care
And every time I close my window
I remember this, that final kiss
Her shadow on the wall
I hate those city lights that stare into my room
They know my pain, led her astray
And still I hear their call