Fading Graffiti

What calls is the call Made from oblivion to me A hollow in the willow Fading graffiti Fading graffiti Fading graffiti Fading graffiti Now Who cries in the east wing? What name did they give me? It resides on the west wall In fading graffiti Fading graffiti Fading graffiti Fading graffiti Now Just let me hear the sounds Of wind chimes and ring box hinges Each opens a door I can go through More than one at once When I want to Each opens a door I can go through More than one at once When I want to Each opens a door I can go through More than one at once When I want to Fading graffiti Fading graffiti Fading graffiti Fading graffiti