Stepping outside
Searching for a place to hide
These heads, these thoughts, these hearts
Why they're so empty?
Made of steel and pills
Voices screaming to be released
Is there a place where you see colours
And where you don't worry about the hours?
Is there a place?
Is there a place?
Is there a place?
Is there a place?
The door seems close
But trust me it's wide open
Everyday, you go in
But after you go out
They call it dreams
Because it's something they've
Never seen
Is there a place where you see colours
And where you don't worry about the hours?
Is there a place?
Is there a place?
Is there a place?
Is there a place?
Is there a place where you feel colours
And where you don't worry about the others
Others
Others
Others