T Zakharova - Inside The Frame

There is a room inside my head
And someone waits behind the frame
I touch the scarf around my throat
Like it could keep my soul afloat
But every breath becomes a door
To something
I have seen before
I saw you standing in the
Half a ghost and half a god
Your eyes were open but not here
You disappeared and stayed so near
Don't move the room
Don't move the light
Don't say my name