The California air
Your nightgown on the stairs
I remember every night
Scenes from home in the Quiet Room

How long have I been gone
Did winter kill the lawn
And all those polaroids you sent
Are on the wall in the Quiet Room

They´ve got this place
Where they´ve been keeping me
Where I can´t hurt myself
I can´t get my wrists to bleed
Just don´t know why
Suicide appeals to me

The Quiet Room
Is sterilized and white
It´s like a tomb
With just a moth stained naked night

Plastic forks and spoon
No laces in my shoes
They allknow what I tried to do
Outside the Quiet Room

This quiet place
It ain´t so new to me
It´s haunted atmosphere
Has heard so many scream
My home from home
My twilight zone
My strangest dream

My confidant
I have confessed my life
The Quiet Room
Knows more about me than my wife

They´ve got this place
Where they´ve been keeping me
Where I can´t hurt myself
I just can´t
I just can´t get these damn wrists to bleed

A mattress on the floor
No handles on the door
I really need nothing here
I´m alone