On A Cold Gray Afternoon

I like the view from your apartment window
On a cold gray afternoon
I can sit for hours with just my underwear on
I may never leave this room
I watch the fools down in the street below
Rush through the early evening gloom
I like the view from your apartment window
On a cold gray afternoon

I love the sound of your voice in the darkness
The way you whisper soft and low
I like the feeling of your hand in my hand
When you ask me not to go
The city seems a million miles away
I know it isn't and I know
That I love the sound of your voice in the darkness
The way you whisper soft and low

I like your knick-knacks and your photographs
Of everyone you've ever known
Don't take too much to keep me occupied
Waiting for you to come back home

I like the view from your apartment window
On a cold gray afternoon
I can sit for hours with just my underwear on
I may never leave this room
I watch the fools down in the street below
Rush through the early evening gloom
I like the view from your apartment window
On a cold gray afternoon

I like the view from your apartment window
On a cold gray afternoon
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