White Room - Tycho Brahé

I see your face from the white room

Its all so clear from the white room

One hundred years of mass production

One million years of blind seduction

I see this all from the white room

Grey shadowed tears fall from the sky

Blow ancient history into an ozone ocean

Its poetry in motion

Our pet devotion

I see this all from the white room

Look back in fear and taste the bitter tears

I see this all from the white room

Its all so clear from the white room

You’ll join me soon in the white room