Crowded room all the echoes collide
Except for the brittle ones left to decide
Empty room all the silent remarks
Avoid all the pathways that lead to the start
A Silhouette haunts the top of the stairs
The light she emits has a fluorescent glare
Her persistent drone man I can't shake it free
I woke from my sleep with the warmth of a dream
Her whispers calling
Through the walls through to me
