Looking through your window, a million miles from me
My ears are bleeding from the silence, echoing like rain
I cannot see
--obviously saying that the silence of having this thing bottled up in him is beating him up from the inside out...
leaping from your window, the fall
To set me free. A leap of faith is all I ask. Remove
Myself from all that used to be.
--Contemplating suicide by jumping out a window
Now I'm here
for all to see, everything torn out of me, too
Late to drown in all my doubt. Too much too
Late to sort things out
--him shouting out about this thing, and saying it's too late to be doubtful, and it's too late to sort what he's already said
when the clock is
Ticking. A twisted face I see, my sight is blinded
By the darkness, it doesn't mean a fucking thing
To me
--difficult... but I beleive the first line is saying that time is his enemy, sight blinded by darkness a reference to a sort of blinding depression... and he's saying all that doesn't mean anything to him.
turning from my window. Nothing phases me
I built this perfect little hellhole. It seems to
Be the perfect place for me
-- Turning away from the window, finally realising that nothing anyone can say can stop him....
I donno.. confusing in parts but I think thats the main jist of it all...
Looking through your window, a million miles from me My ears are bleeding from the silence, echoing like rain I cannot see
--obviously saying that the silence of having this thing bottled up in him is beating him up from the inside out...
leaping from your window, the fall To set me free. A leap of faith is all I ask. Remove Myself from all that used to be. --Contemplating suicide by jumping out a window
Now I'm here for all to see, everything torn out of me, too Late to drown in all my doubt. Too much too Late to sort things out --him shouting out about this thing, and saying it's too late to be doubtful, and it's too late to sort what he's already said
when the clock is Ticking. A twisted face I see, my sight is blinded By the darkness, it doesn't mean a fucking thing To me --difficult... but I beleive the first line is saying that time is his enemy, sight blinded by darkness a reference to a sort of blinding depression... and he's saying all that doesn't mean anything to him.
turning from my window. Nothing phases me I built this perfect little hellhole. It seems to Be the perfect place for me -- Turning away from the window, finally realising that nothing anyone can say can stop him....
I donno.. confusing in parts but I think thats the main jist of it all...