Picture This

Album: Hello Nasty (1998)
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  • Something on the windowsill
    Caught her eye and held her still
    The cars pass by outside
    Nowhere left to hide

    Picture this now crystal clear
    Nothing left to hold her here
    And creeping up meanwhile
    Traces of a smile

    Something on the windowsill
    Caught her eye and held her still
    The cars pass by outside
    Here I go flying
    Open wide to see if I could fly

    Something on the windowsill
    Something on the windowsill Writer/s: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, BROOKE H.B. WILLIAMS, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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