Lyrics:

Why is this window so dirty and grey?
I can't see you through it any more
It may be the smoke, it's hard to say
The fact is this place has too many doors

I can't find a handle on any of them
Maybe I see one but I don't want to turn it
What if I did and it opened on him?
Ain't truth a bitch when you're having to learn it?

Before a heart breaks it has to bend
It's the last one to know when love comes to an end
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad
Watching me dark and mad
Watching me dark and mad

This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul
When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal
The smoke tells a story that's sad but it's true
It turns into a ghost that looks just like you

But I close my eyes and I silently scream
My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams
The cold hand of death is welcome and warm
It's the essence of love in its darkest form

Before a heart breaks it has to bend
It's the last one to know when love comes to an end
And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad
Watching me dark and mad
Watching me dark and mad
Watching me dark and mad
Watching me dark and mad