A subtly painted rooms No more clocks they won't distrub your sleep Simple questions are asked How old are you? But the answer's never true
How did it come to this You're the only one who truly knows Somewhere deep inside there's a child too frightened to let go
On and on the wheel keeps turning On and on inside we're burning On and on we trap ourselves
In subtly painted rooms No more locks No, fear's not coming in No more pain, no more worries
You must've felt so helpless, empty, broken, hoping he wouldn't leave You must've felt so let down, you must've felt so lonely so lost treading waters way too deep Alone
On and on the wheel keeps turning On and on inside we're burning On and on we trap ourselves in our private hells