I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on
And I don't want this anymore,
To hit the streets without a chord
Now this love is my room where I submerge myself
Taking a long walk around the block
Every little step, every single step becomes a boom
That I draw on the staff lines of the sidewalk
And I really really wanna run
But at this moment, I'm listening to a very very soft song
And now I speak and I'm screaming
Because I can't hear my own voice
I have to walk between smog behind sunglasses, inside my clothes
Sometimes I feel that every simple thing has a boom
And if it does--what kind of shape does the silence have?
Or maybe it's a package, where the secret comes from
Even if the silence is still with me
No one really hears it
No one can hear it