CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : The Theater Equation ACT 1, Scene 7 – Day six: Childhood (Live in Rotterdam)
You're alone in your bedroom
Hiding from the world
Staring at the ceiling
Mother said "he'll be home soon"
But he never was
And I knew how she was feeling
You always let him down; "you'd never be like him"
He'd always break you, never let you win
No matter what you said, he'd always disagree
You swore that one day you would be
Better than him
One day you'd win
You're hiding out in the cellar
Aching and ashamed
Covering up the bruises
And then he would tell her
How I tripped and hurt my head
How I'd always be a loser
Hiding from the world
Staring at the ceiling
Mother said "he'll be home soon"
But he never was
And I knew how she was feeling
You always let him down; "you'd never be like him"
He'd always break you, never let you win
No matter what you said, he'd always disagree
You swore that one day you would be
Better than him
One day you'd win
You're hiding out in the cellar
Aching and ashamed
Covering up the bruises
And then he would tell her
How I tripped and hurt my head
How I'd always be a loser
