I say my [bad word] is the closet i'm stuck inside
Can't see the light
And my heaven is a nice house in the sky
Got central heating and i'm alright
Yeah yeah yeah can't see the light
Keep it locked up inside don't talk about it
Talk about the weather
Yeah yeah yeah can't see the light
Open up my head and let me out little baby
Here we have been standing for a long long time
Treading trodden trails for a long long time
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself
Sometimes i find better to be somebody else
I see you young and soft little baby
Little feet little hands little feet little hands little baby
year of crying and the words creep up inside
Creep into mind yeah
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
Here we have been standing for a long long time
Treading trodden trails for a long long time
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself
Sometimes i find better to be somebody else
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
Open up my head and let me out little baby