Bored of Education
If the walls of this classroom could speak
They'd tell me to get out of here
"It's been a hell of a week"
I've been telling myself that all year
I'm sick of the bullies and fights
The hallways, the fluorescent lights
But it won't be long till I'm delivered from
The early mornings and restless nights
The summer air washing our lungs
The taste of freedom fresh on our tongues
The warmer the days, the longer they seem
Waking up feels like another estival dream
If the walls of this classroom could speak
They'd tell me to get out of here
"It's been a hell of a week"
I've been telling myself that all year
And from September to May
When everything seems world's away
We're hanging on to the memory of those summer days
The summer air washing our lungs
The taste of freedom fresh on our tongues
The warmer the days, the longer they seem
Waking up feels like another estival dream
The summers that lasted an eternity may be over
We're not that young anymore
But I still believe that when we leave
And walk through those doors
For two months we are free
The summer air washing our lungs
The taste of freedom fresh on our tongues
The warmer the days, the longer they seem
Waking up feels like another estival dream
