Paroles de Walls

(aka October Month) I'm surrounded by walls They grow closer when I sleep And the ceiling falls When I try to stand up on my feet I'm looking for doors But they disappear when I breathe There are plenty of floors But they can't hold me How hard can it be? Must all sweet things go sour? Do all adventures have an end? Every waking hour I long to bring him back again In a crowded room I make-believe I'm somewhere bound Wear my best perfume Fooling everyone around I'm not what I seem I'm as under a spell Watching and no-one can tell Had I only known