My Theme Is Carbon

I can't ever remember the things i want to say
When I get my head straight but the room is empty
It's been that way for hours;
Guess the house is quiet for the night
I can't see the pretty things
That hang in your room
Above your head
Where you sleep

What do you hear in the dark?

Glass breaks; nobody hears it
Fell so slowly
Just like wind snapping branches of the trees in your yard
I can't hear a thing now
The stars are shining much too loud at night
Words stay stuck in my mouth like a stain from red wine
You laugh over and over at all my useless phrases
I can't see the pretty things that hang in your room
Above your head
Where you sleep

What do you see?