I built up these walls again
The colors are all faded black and blue
They tumble down now and then
But this time feels more permanent
I filled them with everything
Collected over oh so many years
Displayed like a history
Museum no one ever visits
Anything can be solitaire
If you play it on your own
I live the life of a millionaire
Always bitter and alone
So much I wanna see
Just can't seem to find the key
To this old abandoned door
I'm roaming the halls again
There used to be an exit somewhere near
It all looks so different
And smaller every passing minute
Anything can be solitaire
If you play it on your own
I live the life of a millionaire
Always bitter and alone
So much I wanna see
Just can't seem to find the key
To this old abandoned door
Anything can be solitaire
If you play it on your own
I live the life of a millionaire
Always bitter and alone
So much I wanna see
Just can't seem to find the key
To this old abandoned door