A Room With A View — Death Angel

Words & Music: Cavestany

Sitting at the window staring down Listen to the people shuffle around Hear the children laughing Feel the morning breeze Sunlight warms his skin The autumn air is taken in A nearby bird sings its song for him

A room with a view You're looking at him He's looking through you A room with a view Who's fooling who There's got to be something that he knew

So there he sits and some may wonder About the sly grin on his face Yet little do they know (they don't have a clue) The boundaries of his wisdom In the solitude of his kingdom