No enchanted dreams, or lighthearted themes
Nothing promising what tomorrow will bring
Just a hurt that kills, and the light that spills
On my windowsill

Tell-tale’s knocking at your door
The only one you’ll open for
Don’t mind if I have to stay in bed all day
Tell-tale’s knocking at your door
Louder than the day before
Time is passing by so slow it never used to be this way

No adoring eyes, telling pretty lies
Like in days gone by
Just a room with a view, of the world I once knew
When I lived like you