Bobak, Jons, Malone - House of Many Windows lyrics

Running, jumping, screaming, jeering, Out of ear-shot into hearing, They watch me stoop to pluck the white rose, The sightless children in the House of Many Windows. Dimpled treasures, baby, judge me, Simple pleasures they begrudge me, Count the black strands on my pillows, The silent children in the House of Many Windows. Black fire escapes against the dawn sky, To see another frightened fawn die, Too much hot sun, too many cold snows, To please the children in the House of Many Windows.