there's a room in that house
there's a room surrounded by dark
it's corroded by time
and a pungent smell of dust
i see the day
it lies behind my back
And its colours
turn to black
I'm still watching that house
i try to watch this
with the eyes of a child
but i think i'm no more clean
and my heart goes on and on
beating sloely with desease
there's something black into the blue
there's a room in that house
there's a room full of flies
a dim seeping of sunbeams
through shutters closed in the day
what still remains of the sun
and of what i loved
is a room surrounded by dark
and a pungent smell of dust
a don't know my self anymore
joy rest in silence
in the lack of love
There's a room in that house
there's a room surrounded by darkness