It's only in the spaces Which fill with empty faces Vacancy is heading out the door I try to find the beauty, of what this space is to me, because some of it I can't see anymore. It's on the crowded grids I feel the loneliness, stares and red stains leading near my feet. I try to find the beauty, of what this space is to me, because some of it I can't see anymore. The quietness It's a silent, it's a silent bliss. The quietness and the warmth, and the warmth, and the warmth. The quietness It's on those crowded grids I feel the loneliness, newness never liked me all too well. So I keep settling in, within these lines i sin another verse another time to curse The quietness It's a silent, it's a silent bliss. The quietness And all these changing things I'll be right here, I'll be right here, I'll be right here. Because all these changing ways it's a struggle to find The quietness It's a silent, it's a silent bliss. The quietness and the warmth, and the warmth, and the warmth. The quietness