these paper thin walls never promised much
a permanent draft, windows i couldn't keep shut
I had the ocean, the lighthouse
a man-made kingdom
seven and a half floors to freedom
my sweet watchtower
I used to look at the thin line, wishing it was me
a coward sailor staring at a ship
I was smothered in august
froze in december, on the brim of a city
some of you might remember
my sweet watchtower
the end came in colors, tones carried the claim
like every evening I spent planning my escape
but now I wish I could go back, wish others could see it
if I'd given you any other name
I'd name you Maria
my sweet watchtower
- - -
I gotta get on a lucky boat and set sail
on the bright blue, green-shaded
lover of my wasted youth
there's a new day at the door
I know it's going to be a good one
so farewell, watchtower