A dead chapter in the past but,
The things I see when all my friends,
Are going out to play,
I shut the door on their faces,
Oh dear, oh dear, How can I know,
When I haven’t had a chance to know,
Oh dear, oh dear, you should stay but,
How can I stay when you don’t belong,
You’re calling me selfish and when am I,
Going to be given a chance, I would choose you,
Over and over, the radio whispers,
It seems like the end of oblivion,
All the feet slowly trudge out of the room,
Everlasting gloom hovering over me,
Is the warmth of a mitten in the cold,
Shields me from the world, you go astray,
The radio whispers, they’re you,
They were looking for me.