I breathe in the air of my room
I will not be here for some time
I close the door as slowly as always
It won't be opened for a while
The house is quiet, only a hissing sound can be heard
Through dirty windows the view to the outside is blurred
Dust collected on the portraits and on the shelves
We've drawn sketches of each other and of ourselves
Some hung theirs higher and some placed theirs low
Some have the desire to be seen and to be shown, but I don't. I don't
Why don't you keep me from going, oh why don't you?
Don't you know that I might not return?
Phone calls will not be answered, letters will not be received
Appointments, they will be cancelled, all of you will be displeased
And there we lie with this burden of time we shall overcome
And there we lie with this burden of time we shall overcome
