I run to the forest and then I sing
I run to the beach and shout out loud
It is so quiet
I hate being quiet and alone
I want to be noisy
I want to be at a market
I’m bored with being tired
I want to get rid of you, darkness
I feel covered with soot If I’m alone
Just break the glass to make a noise
Let them howl, until there is a tumult
Oh.. I can see an angel weaving s striped spider’s web
On the wall of a white palace
Why not just swing the bell, until it winces!
Or should I run to the forest
Turn to the beach..