Empty Room Recovery

One, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight.

The storm is gone,

the air is clean at last

I wash the ashes of the fading past

Knock on the heavy wood to keep me sane Inside this room,

I don't feel any pain I watch the water run to clear

the stain

I'll take the empty room

over the crowded lies

No more looking back,

no compromise (ahhhh)

I hold the sovereign keys,

I watch the sun arise

The phone is silent,

resting on the floor

No knocking hands coming to my door

(no more, no more)

I draw my boundaries deep into the stone

Finding my power standing here alone

I'll take the empty room

over the crowded lies

No more looking back,

no compromise (ahhhh)

I hold the sovereign keys,

I watch the sun arise

One breath to purify Two hands to build the sky Three words

to clear the dark

Four beats to light the spark

Quiet space, quiet room. (hummmm)

Sovereign state of mine.