The walls are white and in the night
A photograph I took some years ago
I sit and wait alone in my room
I sit and wait alone in my room
I sit and wait alone in my room
The walls are white and in the night
And in the room locked up inside me
And in my room against the wall
The doors are shut and all the windows lock
The only sound is from the clock
It shows a picture of the room I know
How I only wait for it to stop
The cutout magazines remind me
There is a picture very small
The room is lit by electric light
I stand alone and watch the clock