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The Window Watcher

Davies · 🇿🇲 Zambia
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Lyrics

Yeah,

one

love

Watch

how

the

story

unfolds

Oh,

easy

now

There’

s

a

lady

in

the

garden,

always

creeping

near

Peeping

through

the

window

just

to

find

what

she

can

hear

Banakuru

with

her

eyes

fixed

tight

upon

the

glass

Waiting

for

a

secret

or

a

story

she

can

pass

She

lives

for

the

whisper,

she

lives

for

the

lie

But

every

single

action

has

a

price

that

you

must

buy

Oh,

the

rumour

maker,

looking

for

a

sign

Always

digging

deep

into

a

business

not

divine

She

crashed

into

the

window

with

her

forehead

so

sharp

Now

the

rhythm

of

the

gossip

has

lost

its

little

harp

Yeah,

she

learned

her

lesson

in

the

last

quarter

light

Breaking

down

the

barrier

and

ending

up

in

sight

She

didn't

see

the

frame,

she

didn't

see

the

pane

She

only

saw

the

drama

in

the

falling

of

the

rain

With

a

bang

and

a

shatter,

the

glass

hit

the

floor

She

ain't

looking

in

the

window

of

the

house

no

more

Jah

bless

the

honest,

and

keep

the

meddlers

far

She

carries

now

the

mark

of

a

self-inflicted

scar

Oh,

the

rumour

maker,

looking

for

a

sign

Always

digging

deep

into

a

business

not

divine

She

crashed

into

the

window

with

her

forehead

so

sharp

Now

the

rhythm

of

the

gossip

has

lost

its

little

harp

Yeah,

she

learned

her

lesson

in

the

last

quarter

light

Breaking

down

the

barrier

and

ending

up

in

sight

Rise

up,

rise

up,

keep

your

spirit

clean

Don't

be

the

shadow

hiding

in

the

scene

Truth

is

the

water

that

washes

away

the

stain

She

found

out

the

hard

way,

she

found

out

the

pain

So

if

you're

standing

outside,

looking

for

the

fame

Just

remember

Banakuru

and

the

way

she

played

the

game

It's

a

heavy

price

to

pay

for

a

story

so

thin

When

your

forehead

hits

the

window

and

the

trouble

settles

in

Yeah,

she's

moving

on

now,

with

a

bandage

on

her

brow

Living

in

the

silence,

she's

a

quiet

person

now

Oh,

the

rumour

maker,

looking

for

a

sign

Always

digging

deep

into

a

business

not

divine

She

crashed

into

the

window

with

her

forehead

so

sharp

Now

the

rhythm

of

the

gossip

has

lost

its

little

harp

Yeah,

she

learned

her

lesson

in

the

last

quarter

light

Breaking

down

the

barrier

and

ending

up

in

sight

Oh,

the

rumour

maker

Watching

from

the

side

No

more

peeping,

no

more

lies

One

love,

keep

it

clear

Jah

bless,

yeah

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