Coming close, and I suppose,
Living on the edge is the answer,
You're the fault, not the cause,
Guess that you forgot your behaviour,
I would try, but my mind,
Lives beyond the pen of the writer,
And it is hard, to define,
Everything that waits on the border,
And it's about time,
I leave that kind,
I'll set the sails on her tonight,
A prisoner, a prisoner,
Right inside her head,
Wanting her, loving her,
Stuck inside her bed,
And if it's true, and if you've heard,
Then tell me what I said,
A prisoner, a prisoner ooh,
Coming close, I suppose, living on the edge is the answer,
When in Rome, do as those,
That follow the light not the leader,
If I rose, you would fall,
Nothing I would do could you answer,
So I propose, hear me all,
I will leave this life for another,
And it's about time,
I leave that kind,
I'll set the sails on her tonight,
A prisoner, a prisoner,
Right inside her head,
Wanting her, loving her,
Stuck inside her bed,
And if it's true, and if you've heard,
Then tell me what I said,
A prisoner, a prisoner ooh,
(Piano Solo)
A prisoner, a prisoner,
Right inside her head,
Wanting her, loving her,
Stuck inside her bed,
And if it's true, and if you've heard,
Then tell me what I said,
A prisoner, a prisoner,
A prisoner, a prisoner,
Right inside her head,
Wanting her, loving her,
Stuck inside her bed,
And if it's true, and if you've heard,
Then tell me what I said,
A prisoner, a prisoner.