Everything we feared was swept inside a little box
Pushed out of sight for many years while we would talk about tomorrow
Two pedestals, a crowded room, we'd both lay out our past
But only touch a glass divide that grew a little wider every night

But your memory was hungry and I watched you court your shadows in reverse
And from my corner, I would curse but never say a word

And still I like to think that we shared
Still I like to think we truly cared
And sure we had our dreams, but never dared
Tell me, lover, what's in like in there?
In the Blue Room