Within everyone
There is a hidden room
Decorated with nostalgia
A place for the heart to rest
An adress that is frequent without living
There in the corner of dream with reason
In the middle of the chest, on the square of illusion
The heart has no barrier, not at all
It goes down the hill, losing his brake slowly
I want to see a waterfall falling down
Mountain, Russian Roulette, happiness
I can get lost while roaming through the city
I can really set our emotions on fire
But I have my captive room, to return
I can change, in the end
But, wherever I go
My hidden room will follow me
Inside.