作词 : Claire Moreau
作曲 : Claire Moreau
Useless strings on a piece of wood
That rust in the wind, untune in the night
Asleep I don’t realize

The shapes and nails
The waves
The rust of the strings that I used to know so well
I used to know so well
To know so well

Unvoiced sounds, locked in the sigh
It breathes, pushes and shouts like a baby
I forgot how to

Shut, shut the voice
Leave, leave the rest

And the rest of us are trying to find a voice, a voice

Independent mind
(I have a lot on my mind, the trouble is inside)