Leave me in here with my paper and pen
No need to make plans, no need to make friends
In here I don't hear the world spinning by
In here it begins, and in here it will end
In here, I'm old, withered and grey
In here, I'm still a small child at play
In here it can be either day when it's night
Or night when it's day
In here, all my anger and all of my fears
Are blank checks
Scapegoat the world as it appears -from here
All my dreams come to life
With or without the rear-view mirror
Everything is clearer in here
In here all my heroes are heroes again
In here all my lovers and all of my friends
Are still here
The way I wish to remember them
In here, I don't have to pretend
In here, if I'm happy the sun will shine bright
If I'm not, the lights will dim
In here it begins, and in here it will end