Listening to distant chattering
Passing by, passing by
Voices in my head are rumbling
It sucks me dry, sucks me dry
People are asking all these questions
I don’t reply, I don’t reply
So I’m sinking in deeper in
And don’t comply, don’t comply
I am longing for a sound to
Fill me up inside, fill me up inside
I am waiting for a wave to
Turn the tide around, turn the tide around
But in a room with no view, I see
A vision come true, and it stands beside me
An apparition with no shape that I see
Is turning around, now I see it before me

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