Mary Timony - The White Room lyrics

Hey little boy, when I tried to call you you were still in bed One of us destroyed the other like the dream I had The room is white and the clock ticks, I see nothing but now I feel sick. Got fifteen pictures taped to the wall I can't see you in any of them at all Here is comes, that poison melody plays to me. Will it enter our breeze and k** us while we sleep. That kind of music can k** your mind, I see it coming an apocalyptic sign I know my thinking is serpentine, One thousand d**h moons marching in a crooked line Well one of us write and the other love One of us shut up, while the other one talk. That kind of music can k** your mind, I see it coming an apocalyptic sign