[Verse 1]

Picture me, a magazine

Empty in the night

No there isn't much redeeming

About this dawn's breaking light

[Chorus]

Curtains, I could have it all

The window, the view, the second story fall

[Verse 2]

Creased and doubled up

Hung out on the tracks

She said a diamond wouldn't hurt

And that I should have rolled it back

[Chorus]

Curtains, on the quiet side

Curtains can conceal what it is they were to hide