That Monday morning was such a curiosity Soundless sound of a cruel liberty Lights were out, moving picture passing by It’s time to leave but it’s just hard to make it right
Walking the streets I see leaves down from the trees “There’s no comeback we all have our time in here” I whistle a tune to reject reality But there’s no use, there’s a life that stands in front of me
I gotta find myself a way out To keep me away from touching the ground
We are not the coolest kids We are not them anymore We are not the kings and queens Let them close the cellar door We live in the shadows of our lives We dream with a place where we can hide
You hear “tie your shoes or you’ll fall out” They say out loud “you’re not eighteen anymore”, “You gotta find your place, but I know what’s best for you” “Don’t try to make it hard, with time you’ll learn it is true”
That Monday morning was such a curiosity Soundless sound of a cruel liberty Lights were out, moving picture passing by I try to leave but I just can’t let it out
I gotta find myself a way out To keep me away from touching the ground
We are not the coolest kids We are not them anymore We are not the kings and queens Let them close the cellar door We live in the shadows of our lives We dream with a place where we can hide