I was used to being alone And afraid to let it go Trapped inside a golden cage that I had built all on my own Then you tore apart my shell You got me under your spell And I gotta say I like the way you're working on my soul But I'm still a little scared Maybe I don't feel prepared Probably because I got burned many many times before This could be the curtain call For my everlasting wall Maybe it's time to give it up and build an island of our own There's a question I should ask you now Can you change my little world? Will you change my little world? I got sick of being an island now Can you change my little world? Will you change my little world? There's a question I should ask you now Can you change my little world? Will you change my little world? I got sick of being an island now Can you change my little world? Will you change my little world?