(Al Corley/Harold Faltermeyer/Peter John Woods)

Thinking in square rooms, a human without illusions
Sad strains on a sad face, is that what we've come to ?
Is the world bold, this love old, moving nowhere and it's gone cold ?
The wind stops, the clouds go, we're all alone
Oh oh, I know, I can see those, oh oh, I know, I can see those
I can feel those, I can see those

Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms
They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair
Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms
They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair

Walks long and long clears the vision of one with one
And you still move me, you undo me like you've always done
But I realize now, we're not made out of words now
Just you and me, just you and me until the end of time
Oh oh, I know, I can see those, oh oh, I know, I can see those
I can feel those, I can see those

Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms
They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair
Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms
They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair
Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms
They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair.