the room

shine a little piece of light
on that waiting chair
i am hiding in the corner
below window, i stare
out to the night

knock before you enter
so that i can wipe the tears
so that you won't see
but i won't let you touch the switch
i can not be seen

keep just one eye on that bed
i think sleeping there is
not so good when the other half
is blank

i try to sleep in my arms
none were there but i still have mine
i crouch behind the wardrobe
wrapped in my own

there are no steps coming
there are no...steps... no steps coming...
nobody is coming

look at the walls
they are filled with my soul
and then you arrive
and.... leave as quickly...
and they just stare back at me

i touch my knees
i smell my skin
i look out to the night
the land is too earthy
just waiting
again

silence rocks the chair that yaws
i will not be where i am supposed to be
but i will not tell
they have to see
they can not be shown
you just have to know

point a bit of light on the waiting chair
i am not there
i am not there
i am not ...there
i am hiding in the corner

i made up your half of the bed
i took the sheets from my half
i settled in one random corner
there i wait and yawn

but, there are no steps coming... there are no steps