Lyric

A small white box exists

There is nothing I wish to put inside

In a stark white room, one person and one object

I gaze at the box, for there is nothing else

The box, likely, does the same

In the absence of sound, my ears ache

The person and the object say nothing at all

How much time has trickled by? Perhaps, about four minutes

The need to wait for someone has vanished

There is nothing I wish to put inside