My heart is a room In a ramshackle house Where the shades have been drawn And all scenery is gone Where is the sun? My body is cold Occasionally visitors come and they knock Calling to see if someone is inside I try to speak, but no one's there
My heart is a room In a ramshackle house Where the shades have been drawn And all scenery is gone Where is the sun? My body is cold Occasionally visitors come and they knock Calling to see if someone is inside I try to speak, but no one's there