That Monday morning was such a curiosity Soundless sound of a cruel liberty Lights were out, moving picture passing by It’s time to leave, but it’s just hard to make it right Walking the streets I see leaves down from the trees There’s no comeback, we all have our time in here I whistle a tune to reject reality But there’s no use, there’s a life that stands in front of me I gotta find myself a way out To keep me away from touching the ground We are not the coolest kids We are not them anymore We are not the kings and queens Let them close the cellar door We live in the shadows of our lives We dream with a place where we can hide You hear: Tie your shoes, or you’ll fall out They say out loud: You’re not eighteen anymore You gotta find your place, but I know what’s best for you Don’t try to make it hard, with time you’ll learn it is true That Monday morning was such a curiosity Soundless sound of a cruel liberty Lights were out, moving picture passing by I try to leave, but I just can’t let it out I gotta find myself a way out To keep me away from touching the ground We are not the coolest kids We are not them anymore We are not the kings and queens Let them close the cellar door We live in the shadows of our lives We dream with a place where we can hide