I have, I hold the key, to nothing, it's a small Murder, murders in the hands, of motion, as It seems to be No more doors No more locks No more windows No more box

It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone

Can only go up from here Up, up, up, Where the clouds gonna clear There's no way but up from here It's 'bout as bad as it could be Seems everybody's buggin' me Like nothing wants to go my way

When somebody loves you The way I love you There's nothing you can't do It's easy to get through But when somebody loves you When your heart is all alone every second Seems so long When it's just you, you can't see through Those ol' clouds that rain so