In That Room

Someone is whispering
In That Room
I know that voice
From some place old

We were so beautiful
That day before the storm
Why so cold?

I’m digging
To see what I will be
When I reach the deepest end
What’s waiting
Is perhaps nothing at all
Just a distant kind of chill

Someone keeps whispering
In that room
I know that voice
To be my own

We were so beautiful
That day before the storm
Why so cold?