Yes the room is still in order with the windows dressed in lace And the bed is in the corner but itβs cold and gone to waste The stereoβs playing music but the words are in bad taste And everywhere I care to look your love has left its trace From poetry and story books to lines upon my face Its memory builds from empty air and breeds in every space
The room now seems so empty or has it always been this way? At the time it always seems so real but in the end it's hard to say Your tears left on the pillow have dried and left a stain As if the bed is saying where you will not lay again
Your picture has been broken by some fool in his rage The glass is cracked and shattered but the picture's still the same It lays there now so boldy with a smile still on its face Staring up so openly that I can't turn away
The windows too are waiting for you to gently close the drapes And the dust has falling everywhere like a dry unyielding rain And in sadness now I must leave this room where sorrows has its reign And move into another world where death has no domain