Cracks in the Window lyrics - Folk/Rock

by Paul DeMasi
(New York, NY)

Cracks in the Window lyrics

The shattered dishes upon the floor
Look like a delicately crafted collage
And the sun rising over the hills
Must be a some kind of mirage

Because night never seems to let go
And wind passes through the cracks in the window

The wine spilled on the kitchen table
Drips down like mornings first dew
And stray cars that wander into the house
Shake their heads as the pass through

As if they knew something, we were yet to know
And wind passes through the cracks in the window

And the band of the only heater in the whole house
Keeps time for our laughter and tears
And the car will not move, no matter how much I beg
All three of us have some rust in our gears

We all have some broken bits that we're afraid to show
And wind passes through the cracks in the window

My body stings to much to feel the cold wind blow
As it passes through the cracks in the window.