The Windowsill

Now you know
It isn't punishment, it isn't a question
Now you know

Now you know why you really laugh
Suppose they pull your chord at last
Still come loud, the morning will
So step inside the windowsill
Where'd you go?

This isn't anyone, it is an invention
Where'd you go?

Where'd you go? are you missing me?
Forward any century
Get mad, get real, and get killed
So step inside the windowsill
Now you know

Now you know why your really laugh
Suppose they pull your chord at last
Still come loud, the morning will
So step inside the windowsill