The Staves - Facing West Lyrics
A room with a window facing westTowards the seaYou, with your hands across your chestFacing meSing me a song, your voice is like silver andI don’t think that I can do this anymoreI’ll take the high road that he walkedOnce beforeYou sit and watch me as I comeThrough the doorSing me a song, your voice is like silver andI don’t think that I can do this anymoreSing me a song, your voice is like silver andI don’t think that I can do this anymoreShow me the path down to the shoreline ‘causeI don’t know if I can do this anymoreA room with a window facing west.