Here I sit alone at the window The rain falls down on the glass in the cold All my life I've been waiting for this moment It never came, maybe it never
We all have secret lives In our secret rooms Living in our movies Humming our own tunes Living life in camera When the night is closing dovn Sliding
Always let you down Always fooled around Always stealing your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the theet Is what you
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh When I was younger I thought, I believed That to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of Victim of change, prisoner
There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on your Bible Or cut the throat of your rival I've been taking my
You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules But you can't take a mother and give her back her son Hey
Laughing in the hiding bush There's a sinister game that children play When they get to the end of each school day They spend their lives getting ready
(woo, hey) Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeah-ow! [spoken:] With a sense of irony, everyone you see Is chasing their illusions Take a dive, or sink
Shoot, shoot Shoot all the clowns, yeah Shoot, shoot Shoot all the clowns Shoot, shoot, yeah I've been down at the crazy house I've been playing with
For too long now There were secrets in my mind For too long now There were things I should have said In the darkness I was stumbling for the door To find
You can sihl in the desert With a ship of fools You can smuggle in moses And his book of rules But you can't take mother And give her back her son Hey
We all have secret lives In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing dovn, Sliding
Always let you down... Always fooled around Always stealing your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the theet Is what
There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible... Cut the thoat of your rival I've been taking my life
When I was younger I thought That to kill or be killed Was a thing to be proud of Victim of change Prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck On the end of
Here I sit Alone At a window The rain Falls down On the class In the cold All my life I've been waiting For a moment It never came Maybe never will Ah
There's a sinister game That children play...Hey...Hey When they get to the end Of each schoolday...Hey...Hey They spend their lives Getting ready for
With sense of irony - everyone You see is chasing their illusion Take a dive or sink or swim But in the end You're in the same pollution In your world
