A strange little room in the middle of a house
Little machines move within without a sound
A silent little girl moves quietly about
Making little words with her sewn on mouth
Hear her, forgive her
Empty her little pockets
In there, you'll find time
Configured by a moment
Hold her, love her
Fill up her little pockets
She holds up on a dark night
She wanders through her dark life
She's silent more than she thinks
Making big things, with her little machines
She loves it, it's all she has
Empty her little pockets
In there, you'll find words
Written by a silent girl
Hear her, forgive her
Give her a little pocket
