Chorus:

A life as a stranger,
Hands through a wire,
Forbidden desires,
Are mine for life

Looking from a spiral staircase,
At a man with a suitcase,
As he shades his eyes

Watching from a stained glass shelter,
He bides his time and thinks,
There must be more to life than this

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The poet reads his words out loud,
To a make-believe crowd,
In the quiet of his room

Careful where the tears are falling,
He closed the book and cried,
There must be more to love than this

See the boy on the walkway
Where the young have their own say,
And it screams from the wall

He's writing for the hundredth time there,
I hate it all but,
There must be more to hate than this

(Chorus - Repeat 4 times and fade)