While the night is sleeping like a log, The sun’s turning all around the world. While the leaves are falling on the ground, The spring grows and springs somewhere else While the captain’s giving some ice cream for crow yeah I’m still looking by my window While the king is going down the stairs, A hobo is looking at the sky While the queen is dancing with stars A criminal is shooting down While the wind is blowing up our hearts A madman’s dancing on embers And I’m still looking by my window Yes I’m still looking by my window And the rain was crying in the dark And the wind was howling its pain And my tears were falling on the ground And the train was following its road While the fortune escapes from the beggar The moon sets on fire the foam While a old man is grumbling A newborn is shouting its joy While my guitar gently weeps A cowboy is killing a crow And I’m still looking by my window
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