Milow - The bed next to the window

Sitting on the bed next to the window
Like a curling billboard drawn in greasy ink
If silence is a crime then you're in trouble
Your photographs are cracked and faded pink

The way you can't remember how you got here
Reminds you that they still don't have a clue
If silence is a crime then you're in trouble
Because you say nothing no you never do You just want to make a difference
So you don't want this you don't want this anymore
But you can never find the right words
For a one-way ticket out

Sitting on the bed next to the window
Makes you wonder will this ever change
If silence is a crime then you're in trouble
But words are sometimes hard to rearrange

They turn you on they turn you off
You stare at your shoes
They can't get enough
It's on the tip of your tongue
You must recall you never needed words at all
You're just speechless now you're only speechless now
When you're ready to speak just let us know