Deep inside this hollow room, Sunlight is a faded

Deep inside this hollow room, Sunlight is a faded bloom. Dust is dancing on the floor, Shadows scratching at the door. Watching all the seasons pass, But the clock has lost its gears, Drowning in a lake of fears. Life is just a quiet hungry ghost, Haunting what you love the most. Burning candles in the rain, Smiling through the iron pain. We're all dancing on a thread, Halfway born and halfway dead. Put your dreams inside a box, Listen how the silence knocks. Feeding bread to wooden birds, Speaking only broken words. There’s a mirror in the hall, Showing nothing there at all, Just a suit without a spine, Waiting for a holy sign. Life is just a quiet hungry ghost, Haunting what you love the most. Burning candles in the rain, Smiling through the iron pain. We're all dancing on a thread, Halfway born and halfway dead. The city is a ribcage, wide and cold, Selling stories never told. Dig a hole to hide your face, In this gray and empty place. Promises you couldn’t keep. Life is just a quiet hungry ghost, Haunting what you love the most. Burning candles in the rain, Smiling through the iron pain. We're all dancing on a thread, Halfway born and halfway dead. Welcome to the waking dream, Where no one hears you when you scream. Into the bed that you have made.