beastie boys
picture this
Something on the windowsill Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide  Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile  Something on the windowsill Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Here I go flying Open wide to see if I could fly  Something on the windowsill Something on the windowsill