In the room where you held us
As the messengers lead the young ones
Find your voice, that may scream
Old and new cannot screech as newborn ones
As a lover cannot trust or lose
Find your voice, be free and truthful
Where the man finds it easy
Let the sun burn them all
So, you must find your wife today
In the room that betrays you, the next day
As murmurs fade away
When the bell tolls, yesterday will be yesterday
As life changes, today will be today
For when the time comes, it will you and you only
Where the sun burns them all
The whispers will tell you, find your voice
Soon, the curls of the clouds will fall
Like a frail finger of beautiful new life
As tendril twists from the fingertips of a twig
Summer is easy, but, the winter is breezing
Let us dance as freely as the wheels of love
And fall down as soon as the rain calls us too
When the ground calls us
Let the sun burn them all
Whistles of a train, spray the sky like a raven
Humming its wings, unknowingly
Let the fields watch on as civilization leaves in a second
When, love leaves us in a fleeting second
Let the room die as soon as we are born
Let the truth prevail as soon as we die in this world
The room is a metaphor for the world.