it's me and a room
and so many things to do
but I just sit here with my head in my hands
fall is marching in
sadness comes along
how come I get lost
so easily
guess I'm looking for a room
between the lines
where I can sit
where I can cry
for no apparent reason
fall is marching in
and I'm drawing back
I put the world on hold
I put my hands in the air
this doesn't take me anywhere
this doesn't take me anywhere
this doesn't take me anywhere
your image has gotten blurry
since I'm hiding down here
when will you come
and make us reappear
