Paroles de Misunderstanding

This room is full of things is this heap of things the best description of us two? There's a window always open to somewhere else it's me I try to speak again a slow air moves the curtain, pushing it away irritation on your face you close the window silence then it comes... it's a little misunderstanding... we're going on with this little misunderstanding you don't understand I keep on watch the window, through the glass the mist now spoil the view the measure of my thoughts, where you've never been