This room is bored of rehearsals.
It needs to get away.
The sky is full of horizons.
That are standing in the way.

If they knew how I felt too.
Maybe they’d think this whole thing through.
If you knew how I felt too.
And how I’d fall away to…

This life is sick of this pressure.
It can’t control itself.
From a world that’s full of resentment.
Ruled by its lust for wealth.

If they knew how I felt too.
Maybe they’d think this whole thing through.
If you knew how I felt too.
And how I’d fall away to…

This room is bored of rehearsals.
But scared of what’s ahead.
It’s given into the pressure.
And stayed rehearsing here instead.