There's too much space, in your room  The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty  White, is spreading over  There's too much space, in your room    There's too much silence, in your head  Speechless thoughts, and dead ideas  Mingle, quietly  There's too much silence, in your head    There's too much dust, in your mouth  Too many years, have past  Since you last tried, to make sense  When speaking to yourself, for a change    Too many reasons, not to move forward  Too many actions, stayed undone    But it's never time, to wake up  There's too much emptiness  In your dreams    There's too much space, in your room  The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty  White, is spreading over  There's too much space, in your room