There is a fly that beats its wings against the window pane,
trying to escape,
trying to escape
into the night.
O be it right.
I can’t sleep anymore,
I can’t fight this sore
devotion
to another world.
Beyond this porch,
beyond the flicker of the candle flame.
I try to escape,
I try to escape
in name
but it’s the same
state I remain
waiting for the phone to ring.
There is a fly that beats its wings against the window pane,
Trying to escape,
Trying to escape
I pray
Upon him.
O find the door dear
Its open I swear
just to your back
beware
the window’s a lie
don’t be frightened and cry
out in the night
o be it right.
Outside the window pane
Outside the window pane
There is another world
For us.
For us.
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