| Well, the silence in this house | |
| It echoes in this house | |
| I pull myself together, say | |
| 'today i will get out' | |
| The world, it changed without me | |
| You should hear what i've been told | |
| The streets i see are blasphemy | |
| Lined with paper cups and gold | |
| And in some dream, i think | |
| That every word i dare to speak | |
| Someone's always leaning over me | |
| Lean all over me | |
| A giant vision in the distance | |
| Chase that rainbow down | |
| I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest | |
| I hear a knock, a knocking sound | |
| It's the slivers flowing through my veins | |
| It's a sign that i'm alive | |
| You're lucky, oh my friend, so lucky | |
| You're lucky just to be alive | |
| As words go turning by | |
| I wish they'd all come clear | |
| In this room | |
| Another lonely afternoon | |
| I can count the lonely days | |
| I get by, as they go by | |
| Standing in the stairway by this room | |
| By this room | |
| (they've held me down for long enough; | |
| Like a flower, i need to grow) | |
| The frail and tender heart | |
| Been shipwrecked with a fool | |
| Feeling so abused, well, sometimes | |
| Life can be so cruel | |
| And the ones who make decisions for you | |
| Well, they better understand | |
| But you don't know what made me think of that | |
| Lonely afternoon |