Culpable Eternamente

You're sitting on a step
Far from the room
Where voices echoed a century ago
The table, the piano, everything's the same
And the fabrics left unpainted
Like a photo of that heavy air
If you had never walked in there,
If you hadn't seen the end,
If you weren't the killer
After a journey through the dark
Everything shines until it blinds
The daylight a hundred years later
There were no witnesses or trial
No sentence to appeal
But I'll be eternally guilty
Even if I leave this place
The punishment will be the same
Returning to the spot but in another time