There’s a cabin on a hill   Near the town where time stands still   Ashes from an old camp fire   And the door locked from inside   At the end of the road by the lake    We opened up the gate   While lifting the rusty chain   I thought "how strange, to be here again"      I get the feeling now that I’m here   This wasn’t such a good idea   I thought of this as a getaway    But it’s just the same old place      There’s a heart that is locked up tight   In a chest kept out of sight   Without love, without light   Guarded by fear day and night   There is no way that I could pretend    That I think of you as a friend   This was the corner that I was in   When I decided to paint this room again      I get the feeling now that I’m here   This wasn’t such a good idea   I thought of this as a getaway   But it’s just the same old place   It’s just the same old place   It’s just the same old place      Haunted by the ghost of yourself   Take a look up on the shelf   Maybe one of these books will tell   How you break out of a prison you build yourself      I get the feeling now that I’m here   This wasn’t such a good idea   I thought of this as a getaway    But it’s just the same old place   It’s just the same old place   It’s just the same old place