There's too much space, in your room
The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty
White, is spreading over
There's too much space, in your room
There's too much silence, in your head
Speechless thoughts, and dead ideas
Mingle, quietly
There's too much silence, in your head
There's too much dust, in your mouth
Too many years, have passed
Since you last tried, to make sense
When speaking to yourself, for a change
Too many reasons, not to move forward
Too many actions, stayed undone
But it's never time, to wake up
There's too much emptiness
In your dreams
There's too much space, in your room
The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty
White, is spreading over
There's too much space, in your room
