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.