My Phobia Has Got Me and I Dare Not Leave the Room
I'm Stare Out of My Window With My Loneliness in Bloom
I Try to Call You and I Try to Call You From the Phonebox Down the Hall
I'd Like to See You and I'd Like to Meet You Won't You Please Give Me a Call
Oh Take a Look At My Window
Oh Take a Look At My Window
Oh Take a Look At My Window
I Close My Eyes and I Think of You, a Million Miles Away
I Pray You to Be Tomorrow Where We Were Yesterday
I Try to Call You and I Try to Call You But I Just Can't Find the Words
I'd Like to See You and I'd Like to Meet You, Is This Misplace So Absurd
Oh Take a Look At My Window
Oh Take a Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
I Stare Out of My Window and the Empty Streets Below
Behind the Shades of Fading Glass I Got Nowhere Else to Go
So I Take a Look At My Window
I Take a Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
A Look At My Window
Take a Look At My Window
Take a Look At My Window