I hear a sound and it comes from the door
I open up and there is nothing at all
With open arms I welcome every little bit of change that comes my way
So who am I if not just a boy
I'm here and there simply searching for joy
But every hour'n then a little bit of meaning wouldn't heart no one
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
Lats draw a line and only cross it for fun
See what happens when the sinning's begun
But if I find no satisfaction ill go back to where I came from
I think I'm lost I don't know where I should go
Self impressions of the future I own
I'll take this time to analyse the chances that I might have missed before
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
So what's outside I think its time to explore
I can't believe I never did it before
Now all the silly little excuses in the making won't be heard no more
So what's that sound that I heard at the door
Just the one that I mentioned before
I'm sure that sometime soon there will be something standing there before my eyes
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
The Relegation Zone - Half Blown Sail Lyrics
The Relegation Zone - Half Blown Sail Lyrics
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I hear a sound and it comes from the door
I open up and there is nothing at all
With open arms I welcome every little bit of change that comes my way
So who am I if not just a boy
I'm here and there simply searching for joy
But every hour'n then a little bit of meaning wouldn't heart no one
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
Lats draw a line and only cross it for fun
See what happens when the sinning's begun
But if I find no satisfaction ill go back to where I came from
I think I'm lost I don't know where I should go
Self impressions of the future I own
I'll take this time to analyse the chances that I might have missed before
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
So what's outside I think its time to explore
I can't believe I never did it before
Now all the silly little excuses in the making won't be heard no more
So what's that sound that I heard at the door
Just the one that I mentioned before
I'm sure that sometime soon there will be something standing there before my eyes
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
I open up and there is nothing at all
With open arms I welcome every little bit of change that comes my way
So who am I if not just a boy
I'm here and there simply searching for joy
But every hour'n then a little bit of meaning wouldn't heart no one
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
Lats draw a line and only cross it for fun
See what happens when the sinning's begun
But if I find no satisfaction ill go back to where I came from
I think I'm lost I don't know where I should go
Self impressions of the future I own
I'll take this time to analyse the chances that I might have missed before
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
So what's outside I think its time to explore
I can't believe I never did it before
Now all the silly little excuses in the making won't be heard no more
So what's that sound that I heard at the door
Just the one that I mentioned before
I'm sure that sometime soon there will be something standing there before my eyes
The air in the room is stale
I'm sitting in a well fitted jail
I have a half blown sail
Writer: Ruben Vitali
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