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 my life
cruising on my own
As I don’t care
about the whereabouts of love
Let me out but soon back in
Back to what I’m used to
This flawless isolation
Do you wonder if I sound
Oh tell me can you hear it
The silence of my laughter
I hone my heart
Down to the bare bones
Down to the pieces
that are needed to survive
And spend my life
Cruising on my own
As I don’t care
about the whereabouts of love
The whereabouts of love
I hone my heart
Down to the bare bones
Down to the pieces
that are needed to survive
And spend my life
Cruising on my own
As I don’t care
about the whereabouts of love