He and she, their empty house He's awake, she sleeps His eyes are for one sight alone--the purple window Now his desires, his secret wish he never lets her see 'cause he keeps it here for the shape that lives in the purple window The purple window Celebrations and perspiration and exploration are gone for good now The end is sometimes hard to see The way is wide and clear but with contrition here, remission there well, it could take weeks or years and there's the purple window The purple window You know where his love goes and he can see the girl dance Every move, every line and he can see his own funeral in the purple window