You Can Hear The Room

You can hear the room

On these long, winter nights

If you'd just, if you'd just

If you'd just be quiet

Beneath the word

There's the whisper of pipes

There's the stretch of the wood

There's the chink of the light

And the wires conduct

And the water runs down to the sea

But stay away from the drink

Stay away from the diaries

It doesn't matter

It does not matter