Oh, the hall, in between the room and the other room, or it is as it seems, some would say. But only the ones who can see can truly see, and the others are left in the dust. Oh, the hall, the hall between the halls, the floor beneath my feet and the breeze between my cheeks. It walks alone and alone we walk above it. Oh, the hall, the hall across the way, the hall where we used to sit and laugh and wonder about the day.We have no hall anymore, only floors, but the memory is here to stay. Oh, the hall, the hall I missed so much, is now just a glimpse of what we used to say.