The Whereabouts of Love

In a room suffused with light I spend my hours waiting Waiting for the nightfall And I wonder if my life Is blissful or appalling If silence is my laughter I hone my heart down to the bare bones Down to the pieces that are needed to survive And spend

In a room suffused with light I spend my hours waiting Waiting for the nightfall And I wonder if my life Is blissful or appalling If silence is my laughter I hope my heart down to the bare bones Down to the pieces that are needed to survive And spend