Light on this white pencil
Draw an anemic white land
The train sways
Everything passes away
Reveal your true self
I wish
The girl’s voice
A quiet memory
A quiet time
Playing dead on my desk
The girl’s voice
Even in the music room
A quiet time
Playing dead on my desk
The emergency light
Illuminates a dark hallway
Be wary of the spirits
The train sways
Everything passes away
Our dark consciousness
As if it’ll go somewhere
The girl’s voice
A quiet memory
A quiet time
Playing dead on my desk
The girl’s voice
Even in the music room
A quiet time
Playing dead on my desk
It’s 6 o’ clock at night
The evening chime tells me to go home
Who is always playing that piano in the dark?
I don’t want to go home
I’m not here, I’m so quiet
Playing dead on my desk