Finger Eleven

All the windows are playing their game
Where I won't see outside again
Til I write all the fog away
I'm putting words in their place
Between me and the window's pane
From my inarticulate brain
But all of the fog is erased
When I write all the words that I never said
To you
Now the impulse won't go away
"Distracted by something?" you'd say
Cause you don't see anything
It's just between windows and me
Wait til it rains again