Sealing the Room

I used to chase the sound down every hallway

Listening for my own voice to return

But now I leave the door closed

Letting the cold draft slowly burn

Walking away

from the sound No longer waiting for the turnaround (ooh-ooh)

There's a quiet in the center of the step

No need to ask if anyone is left

I watch the streetlight paint the wall

And I don't mind the dark at all

Walking away

from the sound No longer waiting for the turnaround

(no longer waiting)

Let it fade

Let it all go cold