Of The Room

White cloth, black napkins, wood chairs, surround me Wood tables, foggy signs, in front with no lies Night falls beneath candle light Cast shadows, incense fragrance From the corner of the room Cloudy senses, stale light below, beneath Night falls beneath candle light White squalls beneath winter skies Night falls beneath winter skies White squalls beneath winter skies A faceless crowd of elderly beings Roses sprouting, yellow glow With sound conscience into the night, beneath Night falls beneath candle light White squalls beneath winter skies