Window के बोल

I look at your window, I see you get undressed, murderous white body on murderous white bed. I look at your window when you sleep at night and your room fills up with scratches of street light. Here we go straighten by caffeine, no regrets ´cause neither of us is clean, neither of us is clean. Holy guardians watch for your perfect little life, organized by sections like precious merchandise. I look at your window, static mademoiselle, you are the kind that gets through in this happy hell. Here we go straighten by caffeine, no regrets ´cause neither of us is clean, neither of us is clean. I look at your window, tiny lightened cell, so afraid to find that I just see myself.