Picture This — Beastie Boys

"Listen.."

Something on the windowsill Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide

Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile

Something on the windowsill Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside If I could fly Open wide to see if I could fly

Something on the windowsill Something on the windowsill