These rooms used to mean everything. All of my mistakes and all my losses, these rooms were hosting them.
These walls defined me, carved scars in me and showed me beauty. They used to be my wasteland
And now they're just reflecting the wish that we all have as we grow old: Not to die alone.
These rooms breathe loneliness. You store the aged in these rooms as if it's company, the company you truly miss,
The company you always wanted but could never hold. It's time you so desperately turn backwards inside these walls
They're the vacuum you couldn't help but build with your own hands, with your own words.
Born lonely, always missing someone that history took from you.
I can see that now, the defiance in your eyes made room for a fragile loneliness in which I have my part, that I helped to built.
And as I'm leaving these rooms the world is still turning but it's turning without you.
So this is where I screamed at you so many times but this time I scream for you.
I just wanted you to know that I'm thankful. I just wanted you to know...
These walls defined me, carved scars in me and showed me beauty. They used to be my wasteland
And now they're just reflecting the wish that we all have as we grow old: Not to die alone.
These rooms breathe loneliness. You store the aged in these rooms as if it's company, the company you truly miss,
The company you always wanted but could never hold. It's time you so desperately turn backwards inside these walls
They're the vacuum you couldn't help but build with your own hands, with your own words.
Born lonely, always missing someone that history took from you.
I can see that now, the defiance in your eyes made room for a fragile loneliness in which I have my part, that I helped to built.
And as I'm leaving these rooms the world is still turning but it's turning without you.
So this is where I screamed at you so many times but this time I scream for you.
I just wanted you to know that I'm thankful. I just wanted you to know...