Locked in a Room (Oren Lavie)

Locked in a room with a sink and a broom And the walls are all white But you think it's alright 'Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge Which is covered in frost And a man comes a cross Locked in a room that is nothing but walls And you search for a chair But there's nothing at all And the one thing you find when you look at the floor Is a key, but there isn't a door Now that you're locked in a room There is room to assume You are there for a cause You're not sure what it was When you're locked in a room Locked within a room of memory Locked within a room you stand Locked up away with no light of day Locked in a room you begin To find your way out You find your way in Locked in a room with your memory far You don't know where it is But you know where you are In the dark of a room with a wall out of which Comes a lamp, but there isn't a switch Locked in a room it is small it is not It is empty and cold so you fill it with thoughts Of a wonderful nature, and various sizes you doubt You could think your way out Now that the room 'cause you're locked And the moon is not lock and nobody's speaking The silence is ticking When you're locked in a room Locked within a room of memory Locked within a room you stand Locked up away with no light of day Locked in the room you begin To find your way out You find your way in To find your way out You find your way in Locked in a room with a sink and a broom And the walls are all white But you think it's alright 'Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge Which is covered in frost And a man comes across And a man comes across Comes across