Caught inside the concrete
Got windows with a wide view
Trapped inside with an empty clue
Like many times before
There's dirt on my floor
Which reflects my weariness
I fell at my door way
And forgot who I was
Oh oh
All the stuff inside
Amps, guitars and paintings
Can't supply my tiny heart
Someone help me with a new start
Shiny moon is full
The fridge is filled
But my poor heart can't deny
It's longing for someone to hold it tight, but right
Oh oh