Quiet Rooms

I can hear your voice underneath my skin

And I think that I can feel you floating away

And when the lights are cold still think i like it

Better when it's snowing, where have i been going

You feel a loneliness when you hide your face

You may say the future doesn't scare you at all

But when the room is cold can't help but wonder

Will they ever know me, will you ever know me

Softly, you held my hand

Lightning makes glass of sand

Broken, but still we shone

Distant but not alone

Softly, you held my hand

Lightning makes glass of sand

Broken, but still we shone

Distant but not alone

We live in quiet rooms

Waiting for something magical

One day I'll hear your voice

You won't be here at all

Softly, you held my hand

Lightning makes glass of sand

Broken, but still we shone

Distant but not alone

We live in quiet rooms

Waiting for something magical

One day I'll hear your voice

You won't be here at all