Verse 1 Got a bed made of cobwebs, four walls of old gray stone, The world keeps on a-movin’, but I’m locked up alone. The Dursleys keep on shoutin’, “Boy, you best not dare,” Livin’ in the shadows, in a cupboard under the stairs. Chorus Cupboard under the stairs, no windows, no light, Dreamin’ ‘bout a freedom I ain’t never held tight. They can chain me in their anger, but my heart still declares, There’s more than dust and darkness in this cupboard under the stairs. Verse 2 Every night I wonder if the stars would know my name, Every day I stumble through their cruel and twisted games. But deep inside I’m waitin’ for a world that truly cares, I’ll break away forever from this cupboard under the stairs. Chorus Cupboard under the stairs, no windows, no light, Dreamin’ ‘bout a freedom I ain’t never held tight. They can chain me in their anger, but my heart still declares, There’s more than dust and darkness in this cupboard under the stairs. Bridge Someday I’ll find a doorway, to a place where I belong, And I’ll never hear their laughter, just the sound of my own song. Final Chorus Cupboard under the stairs, no windows, no light, Dreamin’ ‘bout a freedom I ain’t never held tight. They can chain me in their anger, but my heart still declares, I won’t die forgotten in that cupboard under the stairs.
