Windows by Eaves

You call me up,
Just to talk;
To clear out all fog of war inside my head,
To teach me how to count the dead.
You open my windows,
And send out the sadness like it's smoke.
You call me up,
Just to talk.

And it feels like there is no one left that I don't know,
In a room full of family, I have felt alone.
But your voice was always there-
But your voice was always there to guide me on the road.
And a simple conversation is always enough to bring me home,
You call me up.

Just to talk;
To clear out all fog of war inside my head,
To teach me how to count the dead.
You open my windows,
And send out the sadness like it's smoke.
You call me up,
Just to talk.
You call me up,
Just to talk.

Every time we speak to one another,
I realize that I'm not just another one of the voices that you hear,
And the people I have come to know,
Are not the ones who make me feel alone
I need to open a window.

• Alternative
• alternative
• alternative-rock
• indie rock
• post-hardcore
• post-rock
• rock
• Richmond