A Room Full Of Flowers

Three o'clock in the afternoon
Someone shouts in a crowded room
Will somebody talk to me
All kinds of people gathered there
To me they all seemed unaware
Of their own presence there
How would they notice him?

Rain falls from a cloudy sky
And on the sidewalk I decide
This is my peeping-day
That is my happy day
So I turned the corner saying:

What am I supposed to do?
Every day is fresh and new
Locked up in a room full of flowers
Now I'm just passing through

Hey baby, where do you wanna go?
He said and turned up the radio
But she had her earphones on
Listening to a better song
And I smiled to myself thinking

What is she supposed to do?
Drive around the world with you
With a bag of batteries and a walkman?
Well, maybe she would

What is he supposed to do?
Watch the TV show with you
Locked up in a room full of flowers
Sorry, I'm just passing through

And everybody on the street
Acted like they were on TV
And I thought: Hey we're living in an image-factory
Choose who you wanna be
But the facelift doesn't come free

What am I supposed to do?
Everyday is fresh and new
Used to be locked up in a room full of flowers
Now I'm just passing through

What am I supposed to do?
Watch the TV show with you
Locked up in a room full of flowers
No, I'll just be passing through