lying here in my bed
i feel that there's no one around
no one walking in the streets
no one's asleep
i'm alone in my room
in my house
in my city
a single breathing speck
on the face of this still world
there's no one here to listen my words
or the songs playing on my stereo
there are no sirens or shouting
no babies crying, no muffled moans
not one dog is barking
no tvs are too loud
no ringing telephones
but my windows keep rattling
from the wind that still blows
i feel that there's no one around
no one walking in the streets
no one's asleep
i'm alone in my room
in my house
in my city
a single breathing speck
on the face of this still world
there's no one here to listen my words
or the songs playing on my stereo
there are no sirens or shouting
no babies crying, no muffled moans
not one dog is barking
no tvs are too loud
no ringing telephones
but my windows keep rattling
from the wind that still blows
bry:
i love moments like this. Silence is golden.