These empty rooms

They seem to know more about our souls than we do

After we've washed our skin of sin

We wait and watch and wish for the city lights to fill our souls

We laugh and party with friends

But when we get in

We go to the window

Looking for something outside of ourselves that we couldn't find within

We see through the glass

How the light shines through

We try to mend

We try to bend our thoughts

We remember how we laughed

How we danced in the Chapel Light

We prayed we'd find ourselves

But it never worked as well as them

And they always found us

They always find us

These Windows

in these numbered rooms

through these halls of doors

we may all be lost

But we will find ourselves there

Behind the windows that mingle the outside with what's within

Where My glass meets my light

Meet me there

That's where I long to dance

That's where I long to grow

That's where we'll build these bodies back up again

that's where I'll build my body back up again.