You stroked the sofa, red felt
Red as the blood of the wine you spilt
Straight conversation spoken for affect
Fades in and out like an ancient dialect

Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room
Is it something that I said
Or did I speak too soon?
Shhhh

You smell of the sofa and dead flowers
Clocks of old mahogany tick away the hours

(It's so quiet)
(In the guest room)
Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room
(Its so quiet)
Is it something that I said
(In the rest room)
Or did I speak too soon?
Shh
[repeat]

(It's so quiet)
(In the guest room)
When you start staring
(Its so quiet)
I ask if something is wrong?
(In the rest room)
You just smile at me and say absolutely nothing

Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room
Is it something that I said
Or did I speak too soon?
Shhhh

It's so quiet
It's so quiet
It's so quiet
It's so quiet
Is it something that I said?
Its so quiet,
Is it?
Its so quiet in the attic
Its so quiet