windowpane memories

what if the view outside my window was of new york city
with one flip of the switch the sky could look as pretty
as you, on a warm summer night
as you, look through my eyes

what if everything we saw pleased our souls
what if we had the power to change our flow
would we take it or would we lose it
would we control it or would we abuse it
what if if wasn't in our dictionaries
and we were happy with our mediocre histories
happy ending to a much happier beginning

what if the view outside my window was of new york city
with one flip of the switch the sky could look as pretty
as you, on a warm summer night
as you, look through my eyes

and now the view from my eyes
is the view of your eyes
why cant i get them out of my mind
how do you still break me every night

why does the view outside my window always take me to the time
when i made you laugh so hard, tears came from your eyes
eyes unfocused, colors blurred, i can go around the world
to the time i held you close
the time one of us ment those three words
to the time when time no longer stood an enemy

what if i stood on the other side of the windowpane...

- rome