Why do you hide inside your walls

When there's music in my halls

All I see is an empty room

No more joy

In an empty tune

Aaaaa

It's so good to sing all day

To dance to spin

To fly away

Is someone there

Is it time for the show

Is somebody there

Creeping through the room

Up upon my stage

Which feels more like a tomb

No perhaps not

Why do you hide inside your walls

When there's music in my halls

All I see is an empty room

No more joy

In an empty tune

It's so good to sing all day

To spin to dance

To fly away