From the recording Volume 1

Song by Barnaby Hazen, Peter Blackman, Dylan McDowell.

All instruments performed/programmed by Barnaby Hazen except--

Roto toms: Dylan McDowell.

Additional Keys: Peter Blackman.

Lyrics

Got tired of looking in at love from through the window
Pushed my face right through the pane and strange to say
No satisfaction came from picking at the shards
Glancing at pitiless disdain as I made my way

And if I had to do it over would I walk round to the door--
what difference does it make now that I am at home?
Hindsight weighs heavy on the mind and only keeps me up at night
Now I survived my youth it’s to you I belong

My love in pieces, all I give is incomplete
Until I’ve worked through all these broken memories
Or if it’s all for what we make of falling on the sword
Why not just find an easier way to bleed?

But every cynical interpretation of my life concedes
Where I am now is best of where I was before
And when I look into your eyes I have no means to a disguise
Nor reason to deny it’s you I’m living for

Caught myself in the mirror thinking all the times I thought I couldn’t go on
See a face with no sense of pace relate how many ways a man can go wrong

Got tired of looking at my love from through the window
Pushed my face right through the pane and strange to say
No satisfaction came from picking at the shards
Glancing at pity and distain as I walked away

But every cynical interpretation of my life concedes
Where I am now is best of where I was before
Hindsight weighs heavy on the mind and only keeps me up at night
Now I’ve survived my youth, it’s to you I belong