(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, oh oh oh, oh oh.
Remember those evenings together, we both believed
In red weather, sultry moons we had it then.
But somewhere, maybe nowhere, we lose our way in the shock of there
The hungry dances in the past, what does it fade so fast?
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.

(Guitare solo)

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.
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.