All I could do stand and stare
As cold eternity hung in the country air
My words softly fading out
Sometime strange things can happen

Through endless rooms we walk
Masters of smallest talk
Through endless rooms we walk
Just trying to find somewhere to lay down

Battered and thin on the street
The road of glory sure is hard upon the feet
Punch the code on the door, see your name on the floor
Meet your problems tomorrow

Through endless rooms we walk
Masters of smallest talk
Through endless rooms we walk
Just trying to find somewhere to lay down

Each residence in decay
And it's dark through the shades
You could take them off inside
Inside
Inside
Inside

Through endless rooms we walk
Through endless rooms we walk
Through endless rooms we walk
Just trying to find somewhere to lay down