Widow Lyrics

Sainthood Reps Widow

Looking out your window, noticing trees without leaves
dying in the cold
Coming back to life in some land, wishing that they had
some place to go
Year after year, it's the same old story of how you go
and break out
You drew up plans that remain the same as the color of
the walls underneath the pane

In your head and in your heart, the world seemed black
and white
And all that you're doing is waiting for it all to come
to life
You wait and wait, but the world isn't going to wait for
you
You drew up plans that remain the same as the color of
the walls underneath the pane