There is a place I go
To watch the clock tick by
There sits a silver throne
Awaiting the devine

There's salt and bread and wine
There are beds and heat and light

But there is nothing there
I search the rooms in vain
I guess it's only fair
I will embrace the pain

Melodies fill up the rooms
There's a space to bathe to soothe

But there is no sound there
only a cold silence
This place has formed a mirror
That's ended all pretense

There are beds and bread and wine
There's salt and heat and light

But there is nothing there
I search the rooms in vain
I guess it's only fair
I will embrace the pain

Onion Head