The California air Your nightgown on the stairs I remember every night Scenes from home in the Quiet Room How long have I been gone Did winter kill the lawn And all those polaroids you sent Are on the wall in the Quiet Room They've got this place Where they've been keepin' me Where I can't hurt myself I can't get my wrists to bleed Just don't know why Suicide appeals to me The Quiet Room Is sterilized and white It's like a tomb With just a moth stained naked night Plastic forks and spoons No laces in my shoes They all know what I tried to do Outside the Quiet Room This quiet place It ain't so new to me It's haunted atmosphere Has heard so many scream My home from home My twilight zone My strangest dream My confidant I have confessed my life The Quiet Room Knows more about me than my wife They've got this place Where they've been keepin' me Where I can't hurt myself I just can't I just can't get these damn wrists to bleed A mattress on the floor No handles on the door I really need nothing more I'm alone