A subtly painted rooms
No more clocks they won't distrub your sleep
Simple questions are asked
How old are you?
But the answer's never true
How did it come to this
You're the only one who truly knows
Somewhere deep inside
there's a child too frightened to let go
On and on the wheel keeps turning
On and on inside we're burning
On and on we trap ourselves
In subtly painted rooms
No more locks
No, fear's not coming in
No more pain, no more worries
You must've felt so helpless,
empty, broken, hoping he wouldn't leave
You must've felt so let down,
you must've felt so lonely
so lost treading waters way too deep
Alone
On and on the wheel keeps turning
On and on inside we're burning
On and on we trap ourselves in our private hells