Some people prefer this version to the album one - I suppose it's more trippy. The words are slightly different. I can't remember much about the recording experience of this - it has existed far more tangibly post-creation, and all it means to me came after rather than before. I remember that it had a lot to do with walking around during l'heure bleue, basking in the warm amber lights of other people's living rooms. My friend Larry lives in this song somehow, but I can't work out how. I think he'd been over helping me record a Luma Lane song, Sikinsokin, and Wondering Through Your Window seemed to creep out of that weekend.