Life is searching when all is silent
Someones missing for some time
Fill the void, can you fill the void
And it could mean something for you and me
In a period room
And it could mean something for you and me

Call a name and there’s no answer
How should there ever be
Within a room of static objects
Where all that’s living is memory
In a period room
And it could mean something for you and me
Call a name
In a period room