The ceiling is crying.
The bed is undone,
The sheets are all waiting for me to be gone.
The windows are praying for you to come back.
The silence is screaming.

The silence is stealing my deep warmth and soul
The windows don’t see you and I’m still alone
The sheets are still cold, and it’s not going to change
The heat in the room is a little bit strange.

The silence is growing, it gets out of hand
The wisdom is taming my wild crazy health
The silence is growing, and reaches the feverish sky
My dear love is trying to say his goodbyes

The sky is opening and spreading disease,
My health is failing, I can't feel at ease
My breath is failing, I can feel no more
The room’s getting smaller, I no longer see the door.

The door has vanished and so did my heart
The lion lair has been open and I can hear their breath.
The chill I felt has been ignored
They still won’t get me as I am beloved and indoor.