Rooms without windows. (Pop/Rock)

Rooms without windows. [Verse 1] The morning gathers at the door Like a sea I cannot cross, Its light spills underneath the frame And asks me what it costs. I hear the buses breathing out, I hear the city turn, But every street becomes confusion In momenta I discern. I keep my keys beside the bed, A small, metallic prayer, A proof that somewhere past these walls There’s oxygen and air. But distance is a strange disease A mile can be a year. The world is loud with open hands, And claps so loud in fear. [Pre-Chorus] They say, Just step outside, As if the sky is only blue, As if a doorway isn’t sometimes A void you’re falling through. [Chorus] So I live in rooms without windows, Where the silence calls my name, Where the clock keeps perfect time But nothing seems to change. And the world goes on without me, Like a song behind a wall I can hear it whisper through the door, But I cannot answer when it calls. No, I cannot answer when it calls. [Verse 2] I watch my life through a screen, A story built on laughter, I envy strangers in the rain The water brings them calm. I miss the careless way I used To vanish into crowds, Before my body built a prison And my mind became the guard. There's photographs of a younger me With sunlight in my hair, Standing in a field of voices Without a thought of fear. I want to tell that person softly, You will learn to disappear, But I would rather hold them closer And keep them oh'so near. [Pre-Chorus] Because the hardest thing about it Is not the locked-in days— It’s knowing there are parts of me Escaping from it's cage. [Chorus] So I live in rooms without windows, Where the silence calls my name, Where the clock keeps perfect time But nothing seems to change. And the world goes on without me, Like a song behind a wall I can feel it talking through the door, But I won't answer when it calls. [Bridge] But sometimes, in the hour before dawn, When the dark is less demanding, I stand beside the open door And feel the whole world standing. Not waiting, not accusing Just breathing where it is. And for one second, I remember I was made for more than this. Maybe courage isn’t thunder. Maybe it is something small, A hand upon the handle, A shadow in the hall. Maybe I don’t have to conquer, Every street, every sound, Maybe I can meet the morning One day at, a time. [Chorus] So I live in rooms without windows, Where the silence calls my name, Where the clock keeps perfect time, But nothing seems to change. And the world goes on without me, Like a song behind a wall, I can feel it shouting through the door, But I cannot answer when it calls. [Final Chorus] I have lived in rooms without windows, Where the silence screams my name, Where the clock keep perfect time Whilst I keep the world away. But the world goes on without me, Not a judge, but something more, And I know it's calling for my end, And maybe I can answer again.