an empty chair, old roses, stained carpet
wispering a story in the dark
the walls are bleeding sounds I can not understand
no chandeliers, no canldle light, no songs
hollow is the noise...deafing is the silence
wispering this pain in the dark
the walls are bleedings sounds I can not understand
in my minds eye I see full eyes and an empty heart
wispering an untold story a story without words
the walls are bleeding sounds I can not understand
I do not want to, leave me be shallow, deaf and blind
I know nothing, I hear nothing, I see nothing
Nothing is what I do ....