There's a tunnel to your room that I can climb to
When I hear your
Separate your house into seven apartments
Where you're all avoiding each other

Go upstairs
Where no one cares
And no one stares
They're just upstairs

I talk a lot when I'm caught so I'm not
Hanging out downstairs
The trees
Our dreams turn to

Go upstairs
Where no one cares
'cause no one stares
They're just upstairs

I

Talk to me in your own foreign language

Go upstairs
Where no one cares
And no one stares
They're just upstairs

Just go upstairs
Just go upstairs
Just go upstairs
Just go upstairs

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Writer(s): John Robert Cardwell, Philip Abram Dickey, William Lincoln Knauer