Locked in a room
With a sink and a broom
And the walls are all white

But you think it's all right
Because of a wonderful picture
Of a bridge which is covered with frost

And a man comes across

Locked in a room

It is nothing but walls
And you search for a chair
But there's nothing at all

And the one thing you find
When you look at the floor
Is a key but there isn't a door


Now that you're locked in a room
There is room to $$#ume

You are there for a cause
You're not sure what it was
When you're locked in a room


Locked within a room, a memory
Locked within a room you stand

Locked up away, with no light of day
Locked in a room you begin
To find your way out

You find your way in

Locked in a room

With your memory far
You don't know where it is
But you know where you are

In the dark of a room
With a wall out of which
Comes a lamp but there isn't a switch


Locked in a room
It is small, it is not

It is empty and cold
So you fill it with thoughts
Of a wonderful nature

And in various sizes, you doubt
You could think your way out


And now in the room,
'cause you're locked
And the moon is no clock

And when nobody's speaking
The silence is ticking
When you're locked in a room


Locked within a room, a memory
Locked within a room you stand

Locked up away, with no light of day
Locked in a room you begin
To find your way out

You find your way in

Locked in a room

With a sink and a broom
And the walls are all white
But you think it's all right

Because of a wonderful picture
Of a bridge which is covered
With frost

And a man comes across...