There is a
room that's inside my mind
where shadows walz on the walls.
It even has a strange nostalgic hue.

It's about time to let that go.
I've had it in me far too long.

But sometimes i would really like to hear a little

knock on my door.
Behind the walls,
there's a small
wonderland.

What i see,
what i hear,
what i find
around me.

It migh be true whatever they say.