and my hell is the closet i'm stuck inside 
can't see the light 
and my heaven is a nice house in the sky 
got central heating and i'm alright 
yeah yeah yeah can't see the light 
keep it locked up inside don't talk about it 
talk about the weather 
yeah yeah yeah can't see the light 
open up my head and let me out little baby 
here we have been standing for a long long time 
treading trodden trails for a long long time 

i find sometimes it's easy to be myself 
sometimes i find better to be somebody else 

i see you young and soft little baby 
little feet little hands little feet little hands little baby 
a year of crying and the words creep up inside 
creep into mind yeah 
so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 
so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 
here we have been standing for a long long time 
treading trodden trails for a long long time 

i find sometimes it's easy to be myself 
sometimes i find better to be somebody else 

so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 
so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 
so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 
so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 

open up my head and let me out little baby