In a room suffused with light I spend my hours waiting Waiting for the nightfall And i wonder if my life Is blissful or appalling If silence is my laughter
I hone my heart down to the bare bones Down to the pieces that are needed to survive And spend my life cruising on my own As i don’t care about the whereabouts of love The whereabouts of love
Is reclusiveness a curse Or could it be a blessing? A wall against disorder? While it shields me from the rain It causes me to dry out And counteracts my blooming
Let me out but soon back in Back to what i’m used to This flawless isolation Do you wonder if i sound? Oh tell me, can you hear it The silence of my laughter?
I hone my heart Someday i’ll I hone my heart Someday i’ll I hone my heart down to the bare bones I need to survive And spend my life cruising on my own Cruising on my own
