You've been away a while, while the art on the box cuts The streets gone wild, defeated wild Sitting in the low room where we wind our love loom Don't you think it's wrong that I should get stuck in a room?
The low room Low room Low room Two, three, uh
I don't know what, what I could do to break the chains? We talk a lot, we break high ground, high ground no shame Maybe there's no need to fight against the chains, rations of irrational Thirsty for the up of secret honey, honey on the lips
Low room Low, low Ten Three, four Four, push
You're away tonight as the art on the box cuts Vivid life in action shame as the shock cuts Stuck in a room, frigid and strained [Incomprehensible] interaction repeating refrains
In the low room Repeating the holy names in the low room Repeating the holy names in the low room Repeating the holy names in the low room