Little girl sits in the corner, locked in a stare.
Arms waving madly at something that sadly isn`t there.
Dressed in the day`s best by a nurse who`s nowhere to be found.
What does she see?
Maybe she`s looking at me...
Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair, wearing a gown.
Shouting and cursing at someone who clearly isn`t around.
Father Time has twisted his mind.
The staff says, He`s not well!
To whom does he speak?
Maybe he`s speaking to me...
So we keep these people inside these walls, from society.
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, they can`t leave.
You`ve left them there with me.
So we keep these people behind these walls, from society.
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, they can`t leave.
Through the doors come people like me, good-bye to them.
They see a picture few of us see.
They can`t leave.
You`ve left them there with me.