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