Silence کے بول

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.