My room has never been this quiet   I can hear the dust collecting on the fridge that doesn't work   I can hear the candle burning   I can hear my ears working   but I still hear nothing when I listen for your voice      Just myself thinking that if I were to hear you   I think I wouldn't believe my ears   I thought I'd give anything for quiet   I think I told myself   I was losing my mind from the noise      But there's a sound the quiet makes now   more disquieting than your scream   losing memories begins and end with the senses   only my sense of you is going too   my sense of you is going too