In That Room
Someone is whispering
In That Room
I know that voice
From some place old
We were so beautiful
That day before the storm
Why so cold?
I’m digging
To see what I will be
When I reach the deepest end
What’s waiting
Is perhaps nothing at all
Just a distant kind of chill
Someone keeps whispering
In that room
I know that voice
To be my own
We were so beautiful
That day before the storm
Why so cold?