The KLF - The White Room

Talk to me, talk to me If you want to know the things I see Then step inside my skin The white room, the white room I spin, I turn, I watch and wait As the world just creeps on by The white room, the white room Talk to me, talk to me Far below a small boat sails Catching fish from the sea The white room, the white room I climbed the mountain to feel the wind I climbed to touch the stars The white room, the white room The love we made was incomplete The love was thrown away You'll save that sense and make your plans I know we're nothing of who I am The white room, the white room The white room, the white room The white room, the white room The white room, the white room