[Verse 1]
He forgets what the morning felt like
Coffee goes cold by his hand
He counts every crack in the ceiling
Like hours that never began
[Chorus]
This quiet room at the end of the hall
Keeps swallowing sound
Swallowing all
He’s fading inside his own tired skin
One slow breath closer to giving in
[Verse 2]
Photograph faces turned downward
Names slipping out of his reach
He mouths empty words at the mirror
But nothing comes out as a speech
[Chorus]
This quiet room at the end of the hall
Keeps swallowing sound
Swallowing all
He’s fading inside his own tired skin
One slow breath closer to giving in
[Bridge]
He circles the edge of the mattress (oh)
Like someone might pull him away
But chairs stay arranged in their corners
And colors drain into gray
[Chorus]
This quiet room at the end of the hall
Keeps swallowing sound
Swallowing all
He’s fading inside his own tired skin
One slow breath closer to giving in
One slow breath closer
To giving in