17 acessos
All those places
Where I recall the memories
that grip me,
and pin me down.
I go to these places
intending to think,
And think of nothing,
But anticipate.
And somehow,
expect you'll find me there,
That, by some miracle,
You'd be aware.
I'd risen this morning
Intending to break the spell
my longing not to think
I freed myself from my family
I freed myself from work
I freed myself
Freed myself
And remained alone
And in my thinking
I'd steal you away
though you never wanted me anyway
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence.