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In a tight room, gasping for some air

Sits the old man in his lonely chair

In the window the breaking of the day

But never breaking through, shadows of decay

For a moment I thought that I could see

A so much bigger world, now a memory

Little old man, could you be so cool

Are we to end like that or are you just a fool

Here I stand in the middle

Watching the hands of the clock go

I fear the answer to the riddle

Nobody seems to know

Out in the open the world may seem so small

For the young boy who wants to know it all

In the window the breaking of the day

But never breaking through unless he breaks away

Here I stand in the middle

Watching the hands of the clock go

I fear the answer to the riddle

Nobody seems to know

Does anybody know?

Here I stand in the middle

Watching the hands of the clock go

I fear the answer to the riddle

Nobody seems to know

Here I stand in the middle

Watching the hands of the clock go

I fear the answer to the riddle

Nobody seems to know

Here I stand

Here I stand

In the middle

In the middle