It's only in the spaces
Which fill with empty faces
Vacancy is heading out the door
I try to find the beauty,
of what this space is to me,
because some of it I can't see anymore.

It's on the crowded grids I feel the loneliness,
stares and red stains leading near my feet.
I try to find the beauty,
of what this space is to me,
because some of it I can't see anymore.

The quietness
It's a silent, it's a silent bliss.
The quietness
and the warmth, and the warmth, and the warmth.
The quietness

It's on those crowded grids I feel the loneliness,
newness never liked me all too well.
So I keep settling in,
within these lines i sin
another verse another time to curse

The quietness
It's a silent, it's a silent bliss.
The quietness

And all these changing things
I'll be right here, I'll be right here, I'll be right here.
Because all these changing ways it's a struggle to find

The quietness
It's a silent, it's a silent bliss.
The quietness
and the warmth, and the warmth, and the warmth.
The quietness