Gloomy Room
Lonesome Wyatt
Outside they dance to the sounds of violence
I watched from my room, save in this worry and safe in depression
Oh, oh, oh
On these walls, there's paintings, things I've drawn to predict my slumber
But tonight, there'll be no sleep, it's much, much too cold
Oh, oh, oh
In my room, there's apple trees, but the worms always eat before I do
And in my room, there's raspberries, but the insects eat before me too
Oh, oh, oh