You know what I think?
That I shouldn’t be thinking,
that if I think about it then, I’m an animal
and if I think about you, you’re a soul
But maybe it’s this storm
that brings me to you
And I know I shouldn’t be found
without an umbrella, even though
I realized that
as far as I run away
I always come back to you
Who make noise, here
and I don’t know if it’s good for me
if your noise suits me
But you make noise, yes
and I can’t stand
this unnatural silence between you and me
And I’m walking without talking
with nowhere to go
I’m wearing down my shoes
and perhaps my shoes
know where to go
That I find myself in the same places again,
exactly those places that I should have avoided
and I pretend I don’t remember
and I pretend to forget
But I realize that
as far as I run away
I always come back to you
Who make noise, here
and I don’t know if it’s good for me
if your noise suits me
But you make noise, yes
and I can’t stand
this unnatural silence between you and me
But you make noise, yes
and I can’t stand
this unnatural silence
And now I don’t want to do without
that beautiful noise you make