Golden light inside is glowing Through the panes, through the rain See the people to and fro-ing Shadows framed, warm and sane Who are they and what are they all doing? Voices blurred, words unheard Lives that I could share in if I flew in As a bird Then I swear you looked at me and beckoned For just a second, before the crash Now I'm nothing but a ghost printed on your glass You look up from what you're saying Turn around at the sound See my ghost upon the pane And myself on the ground Just a collared dove out in the garden Small and pale, soft and frail Didn't know the glass was tough and hard and barred its way If I stop, the world will keep on turning Of that I'm certain So let it pass Now I'm nothing but a ghost printed on your glass No, I'm nothing but a ghost printed on your glass Golden light inside is glowing Through the pain, through the rain