[Silence]
　　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