I'm walking alone again

With my headphones on again

I dont want this anymore, 

To hit the streets without a cord

Now the city is my song where I submerge myself

Taking a long walk around the block

Eevery little step every single step,

Becomes a note

That I draw on the staff lins of the sidewalk



I'm walking alone again

With my headphones on again,

And I really wanna run but at this moment,

Im listening to a very very quiet song



Im walking alone again

With my headphones on

And now I speak and I am screaming 

because I can't hear my own voice

Im walking alone again

With my headphones on

I have to walk between smog

Behind sunglasses

(?)



Sometimes it seems like everything has a sound 

And if it does, what kind of shape does the silence have? 

A sparkling new? 

A pocket size? 

A white one? 

A smoke one? 

One that is on your arm as a tatoo 

Or as a waving flag on the back of your car 

Or as an umbrella to protect you against the rain of noise that the city has? 

Or maybe it's a small envelope, where the secret comes from 



Even if the silence is still with me 

No one can hear it 

Even if the silence walks with me 

No one really hears it 

Even if the silence is still with me 

No one can hear it 

Even if the silence is still with me