Stepping out like a rat in a cage
high and dry on the edge of the seat
from up high like an aeroplane
waking from a sleep
though I do find it hard to complain
nothing came out of living the dream
here’s to growing up and turning the page
in search of something real
I sing it loud
out and about
you’re leaning on my shoulder
the walls are thin
I’m giving in
my heart is getting colder
with every try
I know that I
am slowly growing stronger
for all I know
the road back home
is getting that much longer
Tear it down and build it up again
brick by brick like I was a marine
for the sake of what is happening
or somewhere in between
from the love I have for the game
from the sound of the wind in the trees
comes a feeling that I can't explain
washing over me
Blowing harder than a hurricane
bursting bubbles on the verge of a dream
in the middle of the pouring rain
from the windy streets
there's a voice that's calling out my name
falling in and out of ecstasy
saying ‘wrap me up in cellophane
and fly away with me’
I sing it loud
out and about
you're leaning on my shoulder
the walls are thin
I’m giving in
my heart is getting colder
with every try
I know that I
am slowly growing stronger
for all I know
the road back home
is getting that much longer
Tear it down and build it up again
brick by brick like I was a marine
for the sake of what is happening
or somewhere in between
from the love I have for the game
from the sound of the wind in the trees
comes a feeling that I can't explain
washing over me
