I sit lonesome in a cold empty room.
Looking out from an steamy window.
Watching life outside going on.
Thinking of the endless time I've got.

So, who put stars behind a window?
Why is beauty locked so very far?

The clock is lowly ticking itself mad.
Driving me crazy in the rhythm of my hart.
My eyes wandering around the lonely room.
Trying to get myself back from the doom.

Well, who put stars behind a window?
Why is beauty locked so very far?

Sometimes I just get sick of it all.
Wishing I could break from hell.
And jump through the frozen window
Falling into eternity of peaceful time

Tell Me, who put stars behind a window?
Out of reach in clear black skies.
Why is beauty locked so very far?
Leaving me with nothing but tear in my eye.