Storied Windows

When I was younger, how many timesI looked up to the sky from the windows of my roomHow many times I would have picturedThat windows with colours and stories I likedIn my world there are always beenThings no one never have seenNow its time to break the sealNow I long to be free andI'm painting the stories I want to readBy the end of my dreamWill the pictures appear as I want to seeSolo: AndrewNow I realize all the colours are waiting to flyGalleries of mindFinally the pictures will shine on the fortressSplendour and majestyIt's a fortress of playing roomsSomeone will show me the truthNow it's time to turn the keyNow I long to be free andI'm waiting for someone to fly awayThrough the windows I seeThere's the world of my dreamsI will turn the keySolo: Andrew&OlafAndrew&Olaf&AndrewNow I long to be free andI'm painting the stories I want to readBy the end of my dreamWill the pictures appear as I want to seeNow I long to be free andI'm waiting for someone to fly awayThrough the windows I seeThere's the world of my dreamsI will turn the key