| 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 city is my song where I submerge myself | |
| Taking a long walk around the block | |
| Every little step, every single step becomes a note | |
| That I draw on the staff lines of the sidewalk | |
| I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on | |
| And I really really wanna run | |
| But at this moment, I'm listening to a very very soft song | |
| I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on | |
| And now I speak and I'm screaming | |
| Because I can't hear my own voice | |
| I'm walking alone again, with my headphones on | |
| I have to walk between smog behind sunglasses, inside my clothes | |
| Sometimes I feel that every simple thing has a sound | |
| And if it does--what kind of shape does the silence have? | |
| Even if the silence is still with me | |
| No one can hear it | |
| Even if the silence walks with me | |
| No one really hears it | |
| Sometimes I feel like everything has a sound | |
| And if it does, what kind of shape does the silence have? | |
| A sparkling new? | |
| A pocket size? | |
| A white one? | |
| A smoke one? | |
| One that you can use as a tatoo | |
| Or as a flag as an umbrella to protect you against the rain of noise that the city has? | |
| Or maybe it's a package, where the secret comes from | |
| Even if the silence is still with me | |
| No one can hear it | |
| Even if the silence walks with me | |
| No one really hears it | |
| Even if the silence is still with me | |
| No one can hear it | |
| Even if the silence is still with me |