I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside

can't see the light

and my heaven is a nice house in the sky

I 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

t-t-talk about the weather

yeah, yeah, yeah

can't see the light

open up my head and let me out little baby

'Cos here we have been standing for a long, long time

treading trodden trails for a long, long time, time, time, time, time, time, time

I find sometimes it's easy to be myself

sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else

I see you young and soft oh little baby

little feet, little hands, little feet, little feet, little baby

one year of crying and the words creep up inside

creep into your 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

'Cos here we have been standing for a long, long time

can't see the light

treading trodden trails for a long, long time...........

I find sometimes it's easy to be myself

sometimes I find it's 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