Lyrics:

The road that leads across
Is thinner than a hair
The highest pantomime
Could drop me through the air
A chimney smoke is black
On rooftops where I stand
Its swirling face is stretched
Along the city's window frame
Releasing doubt
My body and her face in the rain
Picture taken from behind
The shutter of a broken lens

Forgive or go forget
A laser in my cap
I trace my fingers back
On gridlines of a map
A moving xylophone
Projected on my back
On closer look it's clear
Where I distort the picture frame
Releasing doubt
My body and her face in the rain
Picture taken from behind
The shutter of a broken lens
Easy as the wind blows sheets
Hanging on a clothesline
I will feel the edge of lips
Disappear in her glance
Feeling air coming in to take over the room
It moves every corner of my window