Looking out from inside
Can feel it tighten round all the things I thought I knew and
In comfort it hides
The doubt of knowing everything that's found and after searching
The window is fogged
But every night I gaze at the stars and not forgetting
I don't feel alone
When I'm on my own
Got a lot on my mind
But not a lot to say unless the silence doesn't feel right
Trying to close my eyes
I know I should be sleeping but I'm blinded by the streetlights
Every night, listening to the sounds that reassure me
Further I look, the more I see
It's nice on my own