You want to go, and I want to stay, Violins play, but you turn your head, away, Traitor like people that waltz all around, To magical music that makes not a sound.
You want to see someone, I have to be someone, I have to give it a try, But oh, I stand by my window and cry.
I'd like to know why I feel this way, Sometimes I'm busy and everything's grey, And sometimes I dream of blue violins, Nightmare sounds, just as my suffering.
You try to get your way, I have to stand my way, I have to give it a try, But oh, I stand by my window and cry.
You want to see someone, I have to be someone, I've got to give it a try, But oh, I stand by my window and cry.
You want to go, and I want to stay, Violins play, but you turn your head, away, Traitor like people that waltz all around, To magical music that makes not a sound.
Each time is passing, I'm not lasting myself, I can't make it myself, I can't make it myself.