There’s a vacuum here beside me — it’s a hungry empty space —
Nothing seems to fill it and it won’t just go away.
This room I find so crowded — it’s a hive for lots of things —
I know I’ve seen an exit but I don’t recall the way.
I hear the clock tick-tick and I watch the date change date,
And I wonder why they bother when it all just feels the same.
It hides amongst the sunshine — it’s my love, my joy, my fear —
It’s these dusty wilted flowers, this woe inside I feel.