Quiet Room

They say the future arrives in Silence Not with a storm But with a seed Planted in the quiet room Waiting for the rain Quiet room Empty space Breathing in Breathing out Watching dust catch the light Watering the roots we laid Trusting in the slow decay Turning pages in the night Is there a morning A morning A morning A morning That we haven't seen? 'Cause I'm painting tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow In shades of green I think it's growing Growing in the quiet room I think it's growing Growing in the quiet room Patient hands Steady gaze Counting out the quiet days Trusting what the earth will do Speaking softly to the air Leaving all the wishes there Waiting for the green to push Through Is there a morning A morning A morning A morning That we haven't seen? 'Cause I'm painting tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow In shades of green I think it's growing Growing in the quiet room I think it's growing Growing in the quiet room I think it's growing Growing in the quiet room Just wait for the rain