All your treasures When I walk down your street Through your barred windows you look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than

You can't imagine how I hate this Put the flowers you find in a vase Don't let them die on the vine, it's a waste There's a science to walking through windows I'm trying, but I've gone Through the glass again Just come and find me

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

I know all about the honor of god, I've got bases to cover Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go Six o'clock on a Christmas morning, And for what?

Through a dark and desolate valley he walks Pale, flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest grey A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his feet His clothes and skin are ripped by