A Room Full of Flowers
Three o'clock in the afternoon
Someone shouts in a crowded room
"Will somebody talk to me?"
All kinds of people gathered there
To me they all seemed unaware
Of their own presence there
How would they notice him?
Rain falls from a cloudy sky
And on the sidewalk I decide
This is my peeping day
That it's my happy day
So I turned the corner saying:
"What am I supposed to do?"
Every day is fresh and new
Locked up in a room full of flowers
Now I'm just passing through
"Hey baby, where do you wanna go?"
He said and turned up the radio
But she had her earphones on
Listening to a better song
And I'm smiling to myself thinking
What is she supposed to do?
Drive around the world with you
With a bag of batteries and a walkman?
Well, maybe she would
What is he supposed to do
Watch the TV show with you
Locked up in a room full of flowers
Sorry, I'm just passing through
And everybody on the street
Acted like they were on TV
And I thought "Hey! We're living in an image factory"
Choose who you wanna be
But the facelift doesn't come free
What am I supposed to do
Everyday is fresh and new
Used to be locked up in a room full of flowers
Now I'm just passing through
What am I supposed to do
Watch the TV show with you
Locked up in a room full of flowers
No, I'll just be passing through
Someone shouts in a crowded room
"Will somebody talk to me?"
All kinds of people gathered there
To me they all seemed unaware
Of their own presence there
How would they notice him?
Rain falls from a cloudy sky
And on the sidewalk I decide
This is my peeping day
That it's my happy day
So I turned the corner saying:
"What am I supposed to do?"
Every day is fresh and new
Locked up in a room full of flowers
Now I'm just passing through
"Hey baby, where do you wanna go?"
He said and turned up the radio
But she had her earphones on
Listening to a better song
And I'm smiling to myself thinking
What is she supposed to do?
Drive around the world with you
With a bag of batteries and a walkman?
Well, maybe she would
What is he supposed to do
Watch the TV show with you
Locked up in a room full of flowers
Sorry, I'm just passing through
And everybody on the street
Acted like they were on TV
And I thought "Hey! We're living in an image factory"
Choose who you wanna be
But the facelift doesn't come free
What am I supposed to do
Everyday is fresh and new
Used to be locked up in a room full of flowers
Now I'm just passing through
What am I supposed to do
Watch the TV show with you
Locked up in a room full of flowers
No, I'll just be passing through
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Holmberg, Krister Linder, Kent Gillstrom
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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