Outside my windownOutside my windownWish I was finennOutside my windowsnOutside the windowsnnHere is dark speakingnOutside my windownWith a big grown horsenCasting shadows on things we've lostnnInside, darkness waits and landscapes deepennAnd I want to lock myself upnAnd never come out againnn'Cause all these things in my chestnGives me no restnJust drags me down and away againnBut I do remember how I was toldnNot to be afraid of the darknAnd I try, thinking this stormnWill finally carry us homennYou could see it comingnWell, the truth is that I'm blind on my left eyenYou could see it comingnWell, that's just part of my plannnYou could see it comingnWell, the truth is that I'm blind on my left eyenYou could see it comingnWell, the truth is that's just part of my plannnYou might think that I'm wildnWell, the truth is that I'm blind on my left eyenYou would think that I'm rushingnThat's just part of my plan