Trapped inside your house. I didn't even mean to say it. Nothing will calm you down now. Your walls are crying out of outrageous nostalgia. The colours are slowly fading through your window. We would love to run away. We would love to run away. I guess we need a different kind of warmth. Sometimes it feels like you can't pour your heart out, or at least to fight back your obstacles. We would love to run away. We would love to run away. Yes, we'd love to run away, But that's where you're at. That's where we're at. It only matters if you have something to do about it. You don't have to say you love me just because I care. Are you fine with wasting all of your time? Don't let your youth slip away, like I let mine. We're so short on time. Trapped inside your house. It hurts less to be silent together. The radio announces about the gas station explosion. Nothing will calm you down now. The air is bone freezing on the fast lane to our lungs, but we are still stifled here.