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 past

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