Oren Lavie

Locked in a room with a sink and a broom
And the walls are all white
But you think it's alright
'Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge
Which is covered in frost
And a man comes a cross
Locked in a room that is nothing but walls
And you search for a chair
But there's nothing at all
And the one thing you find when you look at the floor
Is a key, but there isn't a door
Now that you're locked in a room
There is room to assume
You are there for a cause
You're not sure what it was
When you're locked in a room
Locked within a room of memory
Locked within a room you stand
Locked up away with no light of day
Locked in a room you begin
To find your way out
You find your way in
Locked in a room with your memory far
You don't know where it is
But you know where you are
In the dark of a room with a wall out of which