Fog the Glass

He stands before the window
Watching for the wolves
His breath comes hot and heavy
With all the weight of rules
He learned to watch for danger
Before he learned to rest
Now his eyes are always open
And his hands are at his chest

But see the glass is fogging
Where he stands too near the pane
The world becomes a smudge of light
A landscape without name
The very thing he’s guarding
Dissolves before his sight
He’s so afraid of darkness
That he’s blinded himself with fright

And it doesn’t matter why you came
To press your face against the frame
Vigilance or violence
Duty or the dread
The glass fogs just the same, my love
Whether kept or fled
You cannot see the garden
Through the windows of your fear
The closer that you look for it
The more it disappears

The soul has got its viewports
And they open both ways round
But he’s breathing on the inside
Till he cannot see the ground
What good is all the watching
When the watcher is the veil?
What good is building fortresses
When you’re locked inside the jail?

Step back
Step back from the glass
Let the fog clear
Let the moment pass
The wolves you’re watching for
May not even be out there
And if they are
You’ll see them better
From a breath of cleaner air

There’s a man who knew the meadows
Every color, every line
But he stood so close to safety
That he slowly went blind
Not from darkness, not from age
But from the heat of his own gaze
The windows of his soul fogged shut
And he lived inside the haze

So tell me what you’re guarding
So tell me what you fear
Is it out beyond the window
Or is it already here?
The glass is just a glass, my love
It only shows what’s true
And the fog that hides the world
Is only coming from you

70’s, rock, heavy,distortion, suspenseful, male voice