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 somthing 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 simle at me and say absolutely nothing Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room Is it somthing 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