Delivery Room
Did you lose ground? Was the wind whipping you all around? Lost souls, they travel through the air On pulleys and strings It's a puppet show You just hold on tight to what you know But nothing's in control When you're 17 and wandering through cathedral shame With your stained glass visions Of a world outside you cannot gage And your wild street dreams The cameras rolling, microphones just out of frame The marching band has left the stands And the parade is underway See how all the rooftops drop 'neath it's balloons No walls can hope to hold you now No more delivery room From Letras Mania