Lovers in the basement sipping on a cola

their friend goes in to see them

but they don't have to be afraid

I go down the stairwell

I stare at the stairwell

I stare at the girl.

You just have to be who you are (x4)

There's no room for liars

there's no room for liars

there's no need for fires

so I won't have to go outside

No one can believe

no one can believe

no one can believe I'm a voyeur.

There is no room for voyeurs

there's only room for disaster

there's only room for you and me

You just have to be who you are (x4)

Everyone knows

My friend she's only sixteen

she's only sixteen

but she's (either sold out or sewn up)

You just have to be who you are (x4)

All my friends

my friends

and what is important

and what is important

and nothing is important