(aka October Month)      I'm surrounded by walls   They grow closer when I sleep   And the ceiling falls   When I try to stand up on my feet      I'm looking for doors   But they disappear when I breathe   There are plenty of floors   But they can't hold me   How hard can it be?      Must all sweet things go sour?   Do all adventures have an end?   Every waking hour   I long to bring him back again      In a crowded room   I make-believe I'm somewhere bound   Wear my best perfume   Fooling everyone around   I'm not what I seem      I'm as under a spell   Watching and no-one can tell   Had I only known