That Monday morning was such a curiosity
Soundless sound of a cruel liberty
Lights were out, moving picture passing by
It’s time to leave, but it’s just hard to make it right

Walking the streets I see leaves down from the trees
There’s no comeback, we all have our time in here
I whistle a tune to reject reality
But there’s no use, there’s a life that stands in front of me

I gotta find myself a way out
To keep me away from touching the ground

We are not the coolest kids
We are not them anymore
We are not the kings and queens
Let them close the cellar door
We live in the shadows of our lives
We dream with a place where we can hide

You hear: Tie your shoes, or you’ll fall out
They say out loud: You’re not eighteen anymore
You gotta find your place, but I know what’s best for you
Don’t try to make it hard, with time you’ll learn it is true

That Monday morning was such a curiosity
Soundless sound of a cruel liberty
Lights were out, moving picture passing by
I try to leave, but I just can’t let it out

I gotta find myself a way out
To keep me away from touching the ground

We are not the coolest kids
We are not them anymore
We are not the kings and queens
Let them close the cellar door
We live in the shadows of our lives
We dream with a place where we can hide