Three Inches of Wall - Mark Eitzel

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