I have a silent room
where I spend many hours
my only shelter from the storm.
I know I'll never leave,
I have resigned unto myself
I am a stranger in your world
And I know I'll never see
you smiling as you reach for me
you crying as you cling to me
saying never let me go
And I know I'll never be
the one who keeps you warm at night
who holds you close in morning light,
the savior of your soul.
I tell you everything,
in conversations with myself
but when I see you I'm a stone.
I watch you from afar,
like some peculiar distant star
and when you leave I feel alone.
I'll stay inside my silent room
protected from that lovers moon
that shines so bright tonight for you
wherever you may be.
And when I die they'll find me here,
alone beside that empty chair
lying solemn with a frozen stare
and a note I wrote for you
says save me from this silent room
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth