I know you want it so much
Lingering by the window, you watch
The women, the money, the pleasure
You wish to hold such treasure

You said you're ugly to the mirror
Thought of nothing but the view from the window
You cry in your sleep, a night scream
You sleep in your dream

It appears to be beautiful but its not
Beauty is not seen from a distance
Nevertheless you cherish it all
But to gain the world=to loose thy soul

There is a world in you
No eye of a needle to pass through
Your hero is in your mirror
He is not outside the window

Trust no view from the window
Except the one that shows your soul