I see the man there at my window,
He holds a pen in his hands,
He reads my mind and puts to the window,

All that I try to forget,

And the more that I ask him to stop,

The further he goes,
The more that I shield what's inside,
The more that he knows,

And I fear he has opened a door,
I cannot close,


And now that he's here in my head,
I can't make him go,
Now that he's inside my mind,

I feel so exposed,

I drown the light and blacken my window,

And plan the escape from my head,
I pull the shades but the pulse at my window,
Muffled still grates in my head,


And the more that I ask him to stop,
The further he goes,

The more that I shield what's inside,
The more that he knows,
And I fear he has opened a door,

I cannot close,

And now that he's here in my head,

I can't make him go,
Now that he's inside my mind,
I feel so exposed,


Now that he's here in my head,
I can't make him go,

Now that he's inside my mind,
I feel so exposed,


And I feel him watching on,
With all my life exposed,
And the air can get so cold,

So cold.