(SINGING) When the war is over, and we go back to every day, every day.
Will it be the same again when you've been turned inside out and outside in?
Singing from the windows.
Shadow on the wall, the way they dance.
Not much of nothing.
But look at this fire burning bright.
Look at how the children play.
None of us know what's to come tomorrow.
But I'm not going out today.
So dance with me like the time we've got is borrowed.
Singing from the windows.
Sirens outside, where are you going?
Pretend that it's nothing, but look at this fire burning bright.
This is how we keep holding on, all the days, all day long.
But sometimes things just fall apart.
No matter how we tried they won't stop.
Singing from the windows.
Something outside, and I don't know.
When the storm is over, and we go back to every day, every day.
Memories in picture frames, trying to put the inside out and the outside in.
Singing from the windows.
Walking down the hall, nowhere to go.
Be good to see you.
But I suppose when it's all said and done, this is how we keep holding on, all the days,
all day long.
Sometimes things just come apart.
No matter how we try, they won't stop.
Singing from the windows.
Voices outside and no one knows.
Singing from the windows.
We'll get going again when the war is over.