You stroked the sofa, red felt Red as the blood of the wine you spilt Straight conversation spoken for affect Fades in and out like an ancient dialect
Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room Is it something that I said Or did I speak too soon? Shhhh
You smell of the sofa and dead flowers Clocks of old mahogany tick away the hours
(It's so quiet) (In the guest room) Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room (Its so quiet) Is it something that I said (In the rest room) Or did I speak too soon? Shh [repeat]
(It's so quiet) (In the guest room) When you start staring (Its so quiet) I ask if something is wrong? (In the rest room) You just smile at me and say absolutely nothing
Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room Is it something that I said Or did I speak too soon? Shhhh
It's so quiet It's so quiet It's so quiet It's so quiet Is it something that I said? Its so quiet, Is it? Its so quiet in the attic Its so quiet