There's a room in the back of my mind It's locked and nailed shut until the end of time There ain't nothing in there but an old suitcase Full of pain and heartache Things I'd rather not rummage through again
But late at night they slip under the door And walk around in my head 'til I can't take anymore They bring back the past that reminds me of you So I pack 'em up and throw 'em back into the room full of blues
Now on the outside I'm sure I look just fine I look well-adjusted to strangers, never showing a sign But there's a band of skeletons playing inside my head, A song of misery, a song of dread, with a melody so sweet it lingers on