when the room is quiet the daylight almost gone it seems there's something i should know well, i ought to leave but the rain it never stops and i've no particular place to go
just when i think i'm winning when i've broken every door the ghosts of my life blow wilder than before just when i thought i could not be stopped when my chance came to be king the ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
well, i'm feeling nervous now i find myself alone the simple life's no longer there once i was so sure now the doubt inside my mind comes and goes, but leads nowhere