Once I knew come when I was three Saw the sun spilled across my house Heard it try and speak to me Like a cat talks to a mouse There is a song in the next room I can't quite hear And only three inches of wall separates me from my fear In the next room just beyond the wall Are shelves filled with cheap plaster dolls Who gave up speech, but if they could talk would say, "Come in this room, throw your bodies away." There is a song in the next room we can't quite hear And only three inches of wall separates us from our fear Like dead leaves that huddle high from the wind, We flash by and speed high and thin skinned Hear the bows bend, hear the cellos play Come in this room, throw your body away There is a song in the next room we can't quite hear And only three inches of wall separates me from my fear There is a love in the next room I can't quite hear And only three inches of wall separates me from my fear