Sitting in a room all on my own.
Facing the questions that I've never known.
And solutions, they escape me
as I'm staring through the wall.
There's no satisfaction in here at all.
Waiting for the answers to crystalize.
It's pushing 4am and it's no surprise
that my thoughts are stuck in neutral.
My indecision's got me down.
Singing out the pickle blues till I come around.
And the window is no help in this new frontier.
And there is no exit out of this house of mirrors.
And the further I push forward,
I find myself once more,
staring at the peeling paint of my bedroom door.
Well the light above my head won't talk to me.
And the floor refuses to make a decree
of what I need to do now
and where I need to go.
If I keep on talking to my room, I'll never know.