This is about my childhood and growing up in my bedroom, back on the top floor of my mum's house.
lyrics
Years pass in the blink of an eye,
And our white room has grown orange inside,
Our infant has now grown into a child,
and filled each wall with pictures he's drawn.
When the floor is made of lava,
he'd jump from books to the bed.
Dangle his feet from the window cill,
and stare out into daydreams instead.
An Xbox and PS1 on the desk,
Bionicle sprawled across the carpet.
Days pass but summer never ends.
Until one day, when he rests his head...
And he wakes, into a room painted blue.
A black rose gathers dust on the wardrobe,
From that first love, and it's horrible heartache,
facing teenage frustrations and battling acne,
but he's also discovering that being yourself,
doesn't mean just trying not to be everyone else.
He's had adventures with some lifelong friends,
and now keeps that stripped hat at the end of his bed,
Bottles surround the ashtray on the desk,
Stains and cigarette burns on the carpet.
Days pass but summer's already spent.
Until one day, when he wakes from bed...
The day has finally come for him to move,
and to leave into a world to pursue music.
He picks up his bags and heads down the stairs
Leaving the room behind him.
The house becomes empty, until it finds a new family
and begins to grow once again.
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