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.