Looking through your window, a million miles from me    My ears are bleeding from the silence, echoing like rain    I cannot see, leaping from your window, the fall    To set me free. A leap of faith is all I ask. Remove    Myself from all that used to be. Now I'm here    for all to see, everything torn out of me, too    Late to drown in all my doubt. Too much too    Late to sort things out: when the clock is    Ticking. A twisted face I see, my sight is blinded    By the darkness, it doesn't mean a fucking thing    To me, turning from my window. Nothing phases me    I built this perfect little hellhole. It seems to    Be the perfect place for me, now I'm here for    All to see. Everything torn out of me, too late    To drown in all my doubt too much too late to    Sort things out: