Lyrics




Looking from high down below, where do these people go?
Leashed by the shadows through so many open doors
The city can steal all your thoughts by giving you more
Scrolling the streets till you've lost what you came looking for
I am there when you're alone, when your curtains are closed
Listening and holding a glass to your paper walls
I am watching you
I am watching you
All the things that you do
I am watching you
I am watching you
I am watching you
All the things that you do
I am watching you
I know you better than anyone else in your life
You tell me your secrets, what you've been keeping inside
I am there when you're alone and your curtains are closed
Listening and holding a glass to your paper walls
I am watching you
I am watching you
All the things that you do
I am watching you
I am watching you
I am watching you
All the things that you do
I am watching you
I am watching you
I am watching you
All the things that you do
I am watching you
I am watching you
I am watching you
All the things that you do
I am watching you
I am watching you
I am watching you
All the things that you do
I am watching you



Writer(s): Brian Gene White, Steven A. Dean, Rodney A. Atkins Copyright: Universal Music - Brentwood Benson Tunes, Songs From The White House, Mike Curb Music, Reservoir 416, Songs Of The Llano - Bl, Songs Of The Llano - Sd, Tousensemble Publishing



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